this is another good song on acoustic
as with ride on its finger picking through the whole song
Verse 1
A [Am]girl cries in the ea[G]rly morning
[Em]Woken by the sound of a [Am]gun
[Am]She knows somewhere[G] somebodys dying
[Em]Beneath the rising[F] sun
[C]Outside the windo[G]w of her cabania
The[Am] shadows are full of her fea[Em]rs
[C]She knows her lover is [G]out there somewhere
He's [Am]been on the run for a [Em]year
CHORUS
[F]Oh,th[G]e soul of El sal[Am]vador
Verse 2
Bells ring out on the chapel steeple
A priest prepares to say mass
The sad congregation come tierd and hungry
To pray that the troubles will pass
Meanwhile the sun rises over the dusty streets
Where his body was found
Flies and mosquitoes are drinking from pools of blood
Where the crowd gathers round.
CHORUS
out on the ranch the rich mans preparing
to go for his morning ride
they've saddled his horse out in the corral
he walks out full of pride
he looks like a cowboy from one of those pictures
a president made in the past
peasants in rags, they stand back for they know
that enrico gallops fast
Chorus
Over the soul of El Salvador.
as with ride on its finger picking through the whole song
Verse 1
A [Am]girl cries in the ea[G]rly morning
[Em]Woken by the sound of a [Am]gun
[Am]She knows somewhere[G] somebodys dying
[Em]Beneath the rising[F] sun
[C]Outside the windo[G]w of her cabania
The[Am] shadows are full of her fea[Em]rs
[C]She knows her lover is [G]out there somewhere
He's [Am]been on the run for a [Em]year
CHORUS
[F]Oh,th[G]e soul of El sal[Am]vador
Verse 2
Bells ring out on the chapel steeple
A priest prepares to say mass
The sad congregation come tierd and hungry
To pray that the troubles will pass
Meanwhile the sun rises over the dusty streets
Where his body was found
Flies and mosquitoes are drinking from pools of blood
Where the crowd gathers round.
CHORUS
out on the ranch the rich mans preparing
to go for his morning ride
they've saddled his horse out in the corral
he walks out full of pride
he looks like a cowboy from one of those pictures
a president made in the past
peasants in rags, they stand back for they know
that enrico gallops fast
Chorus
Over the soul of El Salvador.
