Intro:
AmVerse 1:
AmAm/G
I worked the fields my father worked,
FE
From dawn until setting sun.
AmAm/G
My calloused hands and wind-burned face,
FE
Have marked me as a man.
Chorus 1:
CG
Who has no voice, no rights, no hope,
FE
No place to call his own.
AmAm/GFEAm
And the skeletons, of Quinto, call me home.
Bridge 1:
DmAm
The silver tentacles of the moon's rays haunt me,
DmE
The deathly silence of the mountains, chill me to the bone.
AmAm/GFEAm
And the skeletons, of Quinto, call me home.
Verse 2:
AmAm/GFE
If I lived to be a hundred, I won't know me Papa's plight.
AmAm/GFE
The cruelty of the master's whip, the horrors of the night.
Chorus 2:
CG
He braved them all and stood his ground;
FE
The bravest ever known.
AmAm/GFEAm
And the skeletons, of Quinto, call me home.
Bridge 2:
DmAm
Un Oceano de verguenza incita nuestros recuerdos,
Las estranguladas, lesadillas de muerte.
Dm
Me estremecen hasta los huesos,
E
Y los esqueleetos de Quinto, me llaman a mi morada.
Verse 3:
AmAm/GFE
I know that somehow, in this world, the workers must be free.
AmAm/GFE
The toil and sweat and tyranny, the fascist jeu d'es-prit.
Chorus 3:
CGFE
Will only serve to keep us down; and aid the bourgeoi-sie.
AmAm/GFEAm
And the skeletons, of Quinto, call me home.
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