The Companeros chords and lyrics - PEGGY SEEGER, EWAN MACCOLL

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[Verse 1]
[G][Em][D][G][D][G]
The
Good Ship Grandma
The lies [C]at anchor in the [G]harbor
Waiting for the evening [C]tide
to bring high [G]water
It's [Am]bound for [D]Cuba
She must go across the Gulf of Mexico
and the Caribbean [Em]Ocean[D]
She's [Am]carrying a human cargo,
[C]eighty -three good [D]compañer[G]os,
[Am]each one learning with determination
to [D]be free.
Against [G]Batista, [C]the Fidelis[G]tas.
Courage was their [D]only armour
as they [C]fought at feet out[D]side with
Che [G]Guevara.[D][G][D][G]
Ten days out from Mexico,
[C]these com[G]pañeros
Landed on the [C]Cuban beach,
Los Col[G]orado's
And [D]Fidel said,
this year we'll see our country
and its people free,
or else we will be martyrs
We've [Am]only guns enough for twenty,
[C]the enemy has [D]arms of [G]plenty,
[Am]beat him then, defeat
And they'll keep us well [D]-supplied
Against [G]Batista, [C]the Fi[G]delistas
Carriz [D]was their only armor
As they [C]fought at Fidel's [D]side
with Che [G]Guevara[D][G]
Five weeks later in the [C]canyon del [G]Ar royo
The People's Army, Number [C]18,
Com[G]pañeros.
[D]Hungry, weak, but unafraid.
They're learning revolution's trade
In the high Sierra Maestra.
And [Am]in the mountains winds are blowing,
[C]Bearing seeds of [D]hope and [G]sowing [Am]crops
In Cuban earth that mark
the birth of victory.
[D][G][C][G]
[D]They fou[C]ght their[D]
[G][D][Am][D]
[G]way
across the [C]peak of El Tur[G]quino.
Joined by peasant bands
and [C]men from Santiag[G]o
They faced [D]Batista's tanks and planes
And drove them down into the plains
From the high Sierra Maestra
They [Am]drove the gangsters from La Silla
Straight [C]across the [D]Cordiller[G]a
[Am]Santa Clara fell to Che Guevara
[D]an d was free.
Against [G]Batista, [C]the Fi[G]delistas,
courage was their [D]only arm, honest.
They [C]fought at Fidel's [D]side
with Che [G]Guevara.[Em][D][G]
[D][G]
The fire lit on that Cuban beach
[C]by Fidel Castro
[G]Shines all the way to Chi[C]aradel,
[G]Fuego [Am]Sparks are [D]blown upon the breeze
And men rise up from
off their knees
When they see the night is burning
It [Am]blazes up in Venezuela, [C]Bolivia,
and [D]Guatemala [G]light[Am]s the road the
men must go in order [D]to be [G]free.[C]
[G]En compañeros, Americanos,
[D]for[G] a people's fre[D]e
America, Fidel [C]has shown
[D]the way with Che [G]Guevara.[D][G]
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