Allan Taylor - Los Companeros Lyrics
You see them in old HavanaPlaying cards, smoking cigarsAnd they're polishing chromium fendersOn their big old Yankee carsManuel sits in La Casa de RosaDrinking rum and watching the girlsHe whistles at the beautiful MariaAnd she smiles and tosses her curlsNow the bartender strums his guitarAnd the rhythm plays out in the streetMaria moves with a passionAs her body sways in the heatAnd the old guys, smiling with pleasureFor a moment they're young and they're strongAnd the young girls are giving them flowersAs they sing their victory songOnce we were bold companerosRunning guns from the Florida KeysOn the beach at Santiago de CubaWe were fighting with Fidel and CheHe talks of the great revolutionIn words of sadness and prideAnd the medals he wears are the scars that he bearsAnd he drinks for the friends who diedWe were farmers, we were poets and we were hungryAll we wanted was our own piece of landWe were fighting for our wives and childrenAnd freedom for every manOnce we were bold companerosRunning guns from the Florida KeysOn the beach at Santiago de CubaWe were fighting with Fidel and CheNow the Yankees come for the fishingAnd their pockets are loaded with greenTen dollars will buy you a womanOr a tank of gasolineAnd the young kids are leaving the islandAnd the old guys have nothing to sayManuel is living on dreams of the pastAnd tonight he'll drink it awayOnce we were bold companerosRunning guns from the Florida KeysOn the beach at Santiago de CubaWe were fighting with Fidel and CheOn the beach at Santiago de CubaWe were fighting with Fidel and Che
