Los Compañeros - Allan Taylor/Grischka Zepf/Chris Jones

You see them in old Havana

Playing cards smoking cigares

And their polishing crome fenders

On their big old yankee cars

Manuel sits in la casa de rosa

Drinking rum watching the girls

He whistles at the beautiful Maria

And she smiles and tosses her girls

Now the bartender strums his guitar

And the rhythm plays out in the street

Maria moves with the 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 Santiago to Cuba

We were figting 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 peace 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 Santiago to Cuba

We were figting with Fidel and Che

Now the yankees come for the fishing

And their pockets are loaded with greens

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 Santiago to Cuba

We were figting with Fidel and Che

On the beach Santiago to Cuba

We were figting with Fidel and Che