A Mighty Wind movie - Skeletons Of Quinto lyrics

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Song by The Folksmen<br /><br>

I worked the fields my father worked<br>

From dawn until setting sun<br>

My calloused hands and wind-burned face<br>

Have marked me as a man<br>

Who has no voice, no rights, no hope<br>

No place to call his own<br>

And the skeletons of Quinto call me home<br>

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The silver tentacles of the moon’s rays caught me<br>

The deathly silence of the mountains chill me to the bone<br>

And the skeletons of Quinto call me home<br>

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If I lived to be a hundred, I won’t know me Papa’s plight<br>

The cruelty of the master’s whip<br>

The horrors of the night<br>

He braved them all and stood his ground<br>

The bravest ever known<br>

And the skeletons of Quinto call me home<br>

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(Spanish)<br>

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(Instrumental)<br>

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I know that somehow, in the world, <br>

The workers must be free<br>

The toil and sweat, and tyranny, the fascist jeu d’esprit<br>

Will only serve to keep us down, and make the bourgeoisie<br>

And the skeletons of Quinto call me home<br>

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