[Verse 1: Flamenco-rock female lead, raw belted vocal, loud tight drums] Little shop in Triana, sawdust on the floor Thirty broken guitars hangin' by the door Men bring me their necks and their bodies and their pride Then they play me somethin' and I smile inside Every one of them is good, but not one of them is me I've been playin' in the back since I was barely three Nobody ever asks and I never tell I just fix their guitars, and I fix them well [Pre-Chorus: Flamenco-rock female lead, rasgueado flamenco guitar] They say a woman only sands and glues But I know every note that the old wood knew [Chorus: Flamenco-rock female lead, full force, rasgueado flamenco guitar] Bring it here, I'll make it cry Every string you broke, I'll make it fly You can laugh until the night goes by Bring it here, I'll make it cry [Verse 2: Flamenco-rock female lead, belted, rock lead guitar] El Moreno walks in with a crack down the top Famous as the cathedral, wants it fixed nonstop Festival on Saturday, ten thousand in the square Says a woman like me only glues it with care I rebuilt the whole body and I set it with my thumb Tuned it up so sweet that it made the whole street hum Handed it back to him and I never said a word He didn't even look at me, as far as I heard [Chorus: Flamenco-rock female lead, full force, rasgueado flamenco guitar] Bring it here, I'll make it cry Every string you broke, I'll make it fly You can laugh until the night goes by Bring it here, I'll make it cry [Bridge: Flamenco-rock female lead, rasgueado rush, band falls behind then catches her] Three songs in, his right hand locks Ten thousand people and a silence like rocks I walk out of the wings in my apron and my dust Take the guitar from his lap, because I must [Verse 3: Flamenco-rock female lead, raw belted vocal, loud tight drums] First chord out and the square goes wild Grandmothers screamin' like a newborn child Played it till the sun came up over the bridge Played it like I'd been waitin' on the edge El Moreno in the wings with his hand on his chest Noddin' like a man who had finally guessed Next day there's a line all the way out of my shop And they want me on the stage now, every single stop [Chorus: Flamenco-rock female lead, full force, rasgueado flamenco guitar] Bring it here, I'll make it cry Every string you broke, I'll make it fly You can laugh until the night goes by Bring it here, I'll make it cry [End]
