Los Pescadores

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    My feet, they are naked, my 
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hands on my hips,
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    my eyes to the ocean and open 
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my lips.
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    Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh        los
       A
 pescadores.

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    They come with a crash on the 
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crest of a roar,
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    and they're out of their boats 
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and they're on to the shore.
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    Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh        los
       A
 pescadores.

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    And they wrench with the rain 
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and they strain with the rope,
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    they dig I the sand and they 
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bend to the smoke.
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    Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh        los
       A
 pescadores.

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    And the weight of the men and 
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the sound of the sea,
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    the hardness of them and the 
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softness of me.
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    Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh        los
       A
 pescadores.

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    And I'll stand with the 
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fishermen, silent and gay,
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    I'll eat of the sun and I'll 
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drink of the spray.
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    Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh        los
       A
 pescadores.
    Dm    F      C      Bb      
    Eeeee-aaaaa ooooh        los
       A
 pescadores.