Key: A
Introduction:
Am Am/G
I worked the fields my father worked
F E
From dawn until setting sun
Am Am/G
My calloused hands and wind-burned face
F E
Have marked me as a man
C G
Who has no voice, no rights, no hope
F E
No place to call his own
Am Am/G F E Am
And the skeletons of Quinto call me home
Dm Am
The silver tentacles of the moon's rays haunt me
Dm
The deathly silence of the mountains
E
Chills me to the bone
Am Am/G F E Am
And the skeletons of Quinto call me home
Am Am/G F E
If I lived to be a hundred, I won't know me Papa's plight
Am Am/G
The cruelty of the master's whip
F E
The horrors of the night
C G
He braved them all and stood his ground
F E
The bravest ever known
Am Am/G F E Am
And the skeletons of Quinto call me home
Bridge 2: (Instrumental)
C G F E
Un Oceano de verguenza incita nuestros recuerdos
Las estranguladas pesadillas de muerte
Am Am/G
I know that somehow, in the world,
F E
The workers must be free
Am Am/G
The toil and sweat, and tyranny,
F E
The fascist jeu d'es-prit
C G
Will only serve to keep us down,
F E
And aid the bourgeoi-sie
Am Am/G F E Am
And the skeletons of Quinto call me home
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