Los Campaneros As Sung By Allan Taylor

Well worth a listen

LOS COMPAÑEROS
As Sung & Written by? Allan Taylor

You see them, in old Havana,
Playing cards, smoking cigars ...
And then they're polishing, the 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 the passion
As her body, sways in the heat.
And the old guys, are 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.

Chorus ....Ah But..
Once we were bold companeros,
Running guns, from the Florida keys,
On the beach, from 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, 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! .... Chorus

Now the Yankees they 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 … Chorus