Christy Moore - El salvador

A ^Amgirl cries in the ea^Grly morning ^EmWoken by the sound of a ^Amgun ^AmShe knows somewhere s^Gomebodys dying ^EmBeneath the rising s^Fun ^COutside the window o^Gf her cabania The s^Amhadows are full of her f^Emears ^CShe knows her lover is o^Gut there somewhere He's b^Ameen on the run for a y^Emear

O^Fh,the soul^G of El Salva^Amdor [Verse 2]

The B^Amells ring out on the c^Ghapel steeple The p^Emriest prepares to say m^Amass The s^Amad congregation come t^Gired and hungry To p^Emray that the troubles will p^Fass o^Cutside the sun rises o^Gver the dusty streets w^Amhere the crowd gather's r^Emound F^Clies and mosquitoes are d^Grinking from pools of blood w^Amhere his body is f^Emound

Oh,the s^Foul^G of El Salvad^Amor

o^Amut on the ranch the r^Gich mans preparing to g^Emo for his morning r^Amide they've s^Amaddled his horse o^Gut in the corral he w^Emalks out full of p^Fride he l^Cooks like a cowboy from o^Gne of those pictures a p^Amresident made in the p^Emast the p^Ceasants in rags, they stand b^Gack for they know that en^Amrico gallops f^Emast

Over the s^Foul^G of El Salvad^Amor.

A ^Amgirl cries in the ea^Grly morning ^EmWoken by the sound of a ^Amgun ^AmShe knows somewhere s^Gomebodys dying ^EmBeneath the rising s^Fun ^COutside the window o^Gf her cabania The s^Amhadows are full of her f^Emears ^CShe knows her lover is o^Gut there somewhere He's b^Ameen on the run for a y^Emear.

Oh' the s^Foul^G of El Salvad^Amor. (3x) [Outro]