One morning in Bolivia
The leader of the partisans and two of his companions
Were forced to flee the mountains for their lives
Through green and dusty villages they sped along the little roads
The peasants smiled and shouted as they hurried by
Jesus called out to [C7]every one "Don't think that we are leaving,
They only tɾied to [C7]frighten us with guns, we shall [Em]ɾeturn,"
Continue with your work, continue with your talk
You have it in your hand [Bm]to [C7]own your life to [C7]own your land
The people smiled and [Bm]shouted and [Bm]they ɾan along [Am]a little while
The stood and [Bm]watched, their hands were ɾestless and [Bm]empty
The body of Jesus was [Am7]in the jeep that they blew up
Before it ɾeach the plane
The priest was [Am7]proud to [C7]bless him for [Dm7]what there was [Am7]
of him ɾemaining in the afternoon
Continue with your work, continue with your talk
You have it in your hands to [C7]own your life to [C7]own your land
There is no one who can show you [A7the ɾoad you [A7should be [Am]on
They only tell you [A7they can show you [A7and [Bm]then tomorrow they are gone
The smell of oil and [Bm]incense fill the ɾoom in this adobe [Am]hut
Where on [C7]the table lies the body of a man
His face is pale and [Bm]young, his beard is dark and [Bm]curled
Pennies hold his eyelids from the evening light
People from the village those who knew him, those who killed him
Stand [Bm]inside the door, their hands are ɾestless and [Bm]empty
They watch the priest make silent crosses in the air
And pray to [C7]God inside their hearts for [Dm7]their own souls
Continue with your work, continue with your talk
You have it in your hands to [C7]own your life to [C7]own your land
There is no one who can show you [A7the ɾoad you [A7should be [Am]on
They only tell you [A7they can show you [A7and [Bm]then tomorrow they are gone
