[ti:El Salvador]
[ar:Christy Moore]
[al:Ride On]
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[00:09.66]A girl cries in the early morning
[00:14.15]Woken by the sound of a gun
[00:18.45]She knows somewhere somebody's dying
[00:22.95]Beneath the rising sun
[00:27.31]Outside the window of her cabaña
[00:31.43]The shadows are full of her fears
[00:35.86]She knows her lover is out there somewhere
[00:40.72]He's been on the run for a year
[00:45.85]Oh, the soul of El Salvador
[00:54.77]The bells ring out in the chapel steeple
[00:59.01]A priest prepares to say mass
[01:03.44]The sad congregation come tired and hungry
[01:07.79]To pray that trouble will pass
[01:12.09]Meanwhile the sun rises over the dusty streets
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[01:17.36]Where his crowd gathers round.
[01:20.86]Flies and mosquitoes are drinking from pools of blood
[01:26.22]Where the boby is found
[01:31.16]Oh, the soul of El Salvador
[01:39.76]Out on the ranch the rich man,s preparing
[01:43.45]To go for his morning ride
[01:48.50]They've saddled his horse out in the corral
[01:52.93]He walks out full of pride
[01:57.30]He looks like a cowboy from one of those pictures
[02:01.67]The president made in the past
[02:06.16]The peasants in rags, the stand back for they know
[02:10.27]That El Rico travels fast
[02:16.27]Over the soul of El Salvador
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[02:26.06]A girl cries in the early morning
[02:30.56]Woken by the sound of a gun
[02:34.87]She knows somewhere somebody's dying
[02:39.29]Beneath the rising sun
[02:43.85]Outside the window of her cabaña
[02:48.15]The shadows are full of her fears
[02:52.59]She knows her lover is out there somewhere
[02:56.51]He,s been on the run for a year
[03:02.01]Oh, the soul of El Salvador
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[03:11.24]Oh, the soul of El Salvador
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[03:19.98]Oh, the soul of El Salvador