CORTEZ THE KILLER

He came (Em7)danc ing a cross the wa ter

with his (D)gal le ons and guns,

in their look in’ for the New World

and the pal ace in the sun.

On the (Em7)shore lay Mon te zu ma ful with his co ca leaves and pearls;

in his (Am7)house he of ten wan ri dered with the se crets of the worlds.

And his (Em7)sub jects a gath ered ’round him,

like the (D)leaves a round the tree,

in their clothes of man y col ors

for the an gry gods to see.

And the (Em7)wom en all were beau ti ful and the men stood straight and strong;

in they (Am7)of fered life in sac ri fice so that oth ers could go on.

And his

(Em7)Hate was just a leg end

and and (D)war was nev er known;

peo ple worked to geth er

and they lift ed man y stones.

And they (Em7)car ried them to the flat lands,

but they (D)died a long the way,

and they (Am7)built up with their bare hands what we still can’t do to day.

And I (Em7)know she’s liv ing there, end

and she (D)loves me to this day;

I still can’t re mem when

and or how I lost my way.

He came (Em7)danc ing a cross the wa ter,

but they (D)died Cor tez, Cor tez.

and they (Am7)What a kill er.

bare hands what we still can’t do to day.

And I