A Mighty Wind - Skeletons Of Quinto

Am 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 E The deathly silence of the mountains, chill 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 F E The cruelty of the master's whip, 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. Dm Am 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. Am Am/G F E (2x) C G F E Am Am/G F E Am Am Am/G F E I know that somehow, in this world, the workers must be free. Am Am/G F E The toil and sweat and tyranny, the fascist jeu d'es-prit. C G F E Will only serve to keep us down; and aid the bourgeoi-sie. Am Am/G F E Am And the skeletons, of Quinto, call me home.