| This is the story of El Lute
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| A man who was born to be hunted like a wild animal
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| Because he was poor
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| But he refused to accept his fate
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| And today his honor has been restored
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| He was only nineteen
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| And he was sentenced to die
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| For something that somebody else did
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| And blamed on El Lute
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| Then they changed it to life
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| And so he could escape
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| From then on they chased him
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| And searched for him day and night all over Spain
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| But the search was in vain for El Lute
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| He had only seen the dark side of life
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| The man they called El Lute
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| And he wanted a home just like you and like me
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| In a country where all would be free
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| Though he taught himself to read and to write
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| It didn’t help El Lute
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| He was one who had dared to escape overnight
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| They had to find El Lute
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| Soon the fame of his name
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| Spread like wild fire all over the land
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| With a price on his head people still gave him bread
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| And they gave him a hand
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| For they knew he was right
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| And his fight was their fight
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| No-one gave you a chance
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| In the Spain of those days
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| On the walls every place they had put up
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| The face of El Lute
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| And he robbed where he could
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| Just like once Robin Hood
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| They finally caught him and that seemed the end
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| But they caught him in vain
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| 'Cause a change came for Spain
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| And El Lute
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| He had only seen the dark side of life
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| The man they called El Lute
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| And he wanted a home just like you and like me
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| In a country where all would be free
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| And then freedom really came to his land
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| And also to El Lute
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| Now he walks in the light of a sunny new day
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| The man they called El Lute
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| He had only seen the dark side of life
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| The man they called El Lute
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| And he wanted a home just like you and like me
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| In a country where all would be free
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| And then freedom really came to his land
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| And also to El Lute
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| Now he walks in the light of a sunny new day
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| The man they called El Lute
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| He had only seen the dark side of life
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| The man they called El Lute
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| And he wanted a home just like you and like me
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| In a country where all would be free |