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You see them in old Havana, |
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Playing cards, smoking cigares ... |
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And their polishing crome fenders |
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On their big old yankee cars. |
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Manuel sits in la casa de rosa, |
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Drinking rum, watching the girls ... |
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He whistles at the beautiful Maria |
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And she smiles and tosses her girls. |
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Now the bartender strums his guitar |
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And the rhythm plays out in the street. |
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Maria moves with the passion |
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As her body sways in the heat. |
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And the old guys, smiling with pleasure, |
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For a moment they're young and they're strong. |
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And the young girls are giving them flowers |
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As they sing their victory song. |
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Once we were bold companeros, |
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Running guns from the Florida keys, |
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On the beach from Santiago to Cuba, |
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We were figting with Fidel and Che. |
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He talks of the great revolution |
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In words of sadness and pride. |
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And the medals he wears |
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Are the scars that he bears |
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And he drinks for the friends who died. |
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We were farmers, we were poets and we were hungry. |
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All we wanted was our own peace of land. |
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We were fighting for our wives and children |
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And freedom for every man! |
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Once we were bold companeros, |
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Running guns from the Florida keys, |
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On the beach from Santiago to Cuba, |
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We were figting with Fidel and Che. |
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Now the yankees come for the fishing |
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And their pockets are loaded with greens. |
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Ten dollars will buy you a woman |
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or a tank of gasoline. |
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And the young kids are leaving the island |
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And the old guys have nothing to say. |
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Manuel is living on dreams of the past |
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And tonight he'll drink it away |
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Once we were bold companeros, |
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Running guns from the Florida keys, |
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On the beach from Santiago to Cuba, |
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We were figting with Fidel and Che. |
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|
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On the beach from Santiago to Cuba, |
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We were figting with Fidel and Che. |
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