Chico
Father far away in some distant land
Hard, hard, hard to understand
Having so little yet called to sacrifice
Poverty of life comes with high price
A little baby boy of sad Spanish eyes
Robbed of joy victim of sordid lies
Chico is his name Chico is his fame
Chico will grow old Chico will grow bold
Father works hard harvesting the crops
The barley the grapes the hops
His sin darker skin temporarily tolerated
Speaks little English uniformly hated
A little baby boy of sad Spanish eyes
Robbed of joy victim of sordid lies
Chico is his name Chico is his fame
Chico will grow old Chico will grow bold
Far away Chico’s life at home isn’t well
The marine in green deals hell
Gringo comes with his gun killing just for fun
A war with the poor a victory is won
After all bananas for all ages
Must be tended with minimum wages
A little baby boy of sad Spanish eyes
Robbed of joy victim of sordid lies
Chico is his name Chico is his fame
Chico will grow old Chico will grow bold
The spirit of Somoza is on the rise
Few and far between the cries
Nobody cares what they do to the brown
When they come and burn down your town
Oh the little things that they will hide
Like the silent genocide
A little baby boy of sad Spanish eyes
Robbed of joy victim of sordid lies
Chico is his name Chico is his fame
Chico will grow old Chico will grow bold
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