Allan Taylor - Los Companeros lyrics

You see them in old Havana

Playing cards, smoking cigars

And they're polishing chromium fenders

On their big old Yankee cars



Manuel sits in La Casa de Rosa

Drinking rum and watching the girls

He whistles at the beautiful Maria

And she smiles and tosses her curls



Now the bartender strums his guitar

And the rhythm plays out in the street

Maria moves with a passion

As her body sways in the heat



And the old guys, smiling with pleasure

For a moment they're young and they're strong

And the young girls are giving them flowers

As they sing their victory song



Once we were bold companeros

Running guns from the Florida Keys

On the beach at Santiago de Cuba

We were fighting with Fidel and Che



He talks of the great revolution

In words of sadness and pride

And the medals he wears are the scars that he bears

And he drinks for the friends who died



We were farmers, we were poets and we were hungry

All we wanted was our own piece of land

We were fighting for our wives and children

And freedom for every man



Once we were bold companeros

Running guns from the Florida Keys

On the beach at Santiago de Cuba

We were fighting with Fidel and Che



Now the Yankees come for the fishing

And their pockets are loaded with green

Ten dollars will buy you a woman

Or a tank of gasoline



And the young kids are leaving the island

And the old guys have nothing to say

Manuel is living on dreams of the past

And tonight he'll drink it away



Once we were bold companeros

Running guns from the Florida Keys

On the beach at Santiago de Cuba

We were fighting with Fidel and Che

On the beach at Santiago de Cuba

We were fighting with Fidel and Che

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