Rolling StonesIndian Girl

Little Indian girl, where is your mama? Little Indian girl, where is your papa? He's fighting in the war in the streets of Masaya All the children were dead, except for the girl who said "Please Mister Gringo, please find my father" Lesson number one that you learn while you're young Life just goes on and on getting harder and harder Little Indian girl, from Nueva, Granada Little Indian girl, from Nueva, Granada Yes, I saw them today. It's a sight I would say They're shooting down planes with their M-16 and with laughter Ma says there's no food, there's nothing left in the larder Last piece of meat was eaten by the soldiers that raped her All the children were dead, except for the girl who said "Please Mister Gringo, please find my father" Lesson number one that you learn while you're young Life just goes on and on getting harder and harder Life just goes on and on getting harder and harder Little Indian girl, from Nueva, Granada Yes, I saw them today. It's a sight I would say They're shooting down planes with their M-16 and with laughter [spoken] Mr. Gringo, my father he ain't no Che Guevara And he's fighting the war on the streets of Masaya Little Indian girl where is your father? Little Indian girl where is your momma? They're fighting for Mr. Castro in the streets of Angola
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