Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Fred Small
Fred Small
Guitarra
John Curtis
John Curtis
Guitarra
John Daniel
John Daniel
Bajo eléctrico
Alison Brown
Alison Brown
Banjo
Matt Glaser
Matt Glaser
Violín
Howie Tarnower
Howie Tarnower
Mandolina
Miguel Picker
Miguel Picker
Charango
Leo Kretzner
Leo Kretzner
Dulcémele
Betsy Rose
Betsy Rose
Piano
Cameron Sawzin
Cameron Sawzin
Violonchelo
S.A. Davis
S.A. Davis
Congas
Richard Rosenblatt
Richard Rosenblatt
Armónica
Neal MacMillan
Neal MacMillan
Concertina
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Fred Small
Fred Small
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Fred Small
Fred Small
Producción
John Curtis
John Curtis
Producción

Letra

The marketplace was bustling in the morning
When the Army and the Ordn made their strike
Like a farmer killing chickens for the market
They cut down every living thing in sight
They tore into the wombs of the women
The sunlight gleaming on their bayonets
And the fishermen downstream
Though they never heard the screams
All in a harvest of human carnage in their nets
Take down my name, I ain't alone, I ain't ashamed
And I say USA out of El Salvador
You can tell the Pentagon we want no more Vietnams
We ain't marching into that jungle anymore
She left her home in Ohio far behind her
She swore a sacred vow to help the poor
With three sisters she was raped and slowly tortured
Left in a shallow grave in El Salvador
The doctor, he would grieve at all the suffering
He never asked his patients' party line
But he saved a rebel's life
The death squad came at night
Healing the sick his only crime
Take down my name, I ain't alone, I ain't ashamed
And I say USA out of El Salvador
You can tell the Pentagon we want no more Vietnams
We ain't marching into that jungle anymore
Our taxes buy the bullets of the killers
Our helicopters darken southern skies
Our business wants new markets and cheap labor
Our papers rush to print CIA lies
Take a message to the smiling politicians
Who like to talk so tough and act so brave
Rattling words of war, we've heard 'em all before
And we will answer them with peace and joy and rage
Take down my name, I ain't alone, I ain't ashamed
And I say USA out of El Salvador
You can tell the Pentagon we want no more Vietnams
We ain't marching into that jungle anymore
Written by: Fred Small
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