El   Salvador
Christy Moore


Strum lightly with your thumb (sounds better than a plectrum)


Am                    G
A girl cries in the early morning
 Em                      Am
Woken by the sound of a gun
 Am                     G
She knows somewhere somebody's dying
 Em                 F
Beneath the rising sun
 C                   G
outside the window of her caba?a
     Am                       Em
The shadows are full of her fears
 C                     G
She knows her lover is out there somewhere
    Am                      Em
He's been on the run for a year

CHORUS
 F        G              Am
 Oh, the soul of El Salvador

Bells ring out in the chapel steeple

A priest prepares to say mass

The sad congregation come tired and hungry

To pray that trouble will pass

Meanwhile the sun rises over the dusty streets

Where his body is found

Flies and mosquitoes are drinking from pools of blood

Where the crowd gathers round.

CHORUS

Out on the ranch the rich man's 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, the stand back for they know

That El Rico travels fast

CHORUS

Over the soul of El Salvador.