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Drive the Yankee from Your Door

Peter Hicks
Lingua: Inglese




From Guatamala to Honduras,
Philippines to El Salvador,
People fighting for their freedom,
To drive the Yankee from their door.

Bread is short and so is rice too,
Long time since you tasted meat,
While the Yankee bleeds your country
It's hard to find enough to eat.
Life is cruel, work scarce to come by
Scratch a living from the land,
Macdonalds, Exxon, Coca Cola
Snatch the wages from your hand.

From Guatamala to Honduras,
Philippines to El Salvador,
People fighting for their freedom,
To drive the Yankee from their door.

Kids play barefoot in the dirt track,
Kick a football in the air,
Their joy for life and smiling faces
Keep their mothers from despair;
But not for them no education,
No hoping for a better way,
They're growing to a life of poverty
Just like the night it follows day.

From Guatamala to Honduras,
Philippines to El Salvador,
People fighting for their freedom,
To drive the Yankee from their door.

Living on the edge of cities,
In run down shacks and shanty towns,
While Yankee military advisers
Occupy the finest grounds;
No running water, sanitation,
No medical care for the poor,
Young people forced to prostitution,
Yankee sailors on these shores.

From Guatamala to Honduras,
Philippines to El Salvador,
People fighting for their freedom,
To drive the Yankee from their door.

From Guatamala to Honduras,
Philippines to El Salvador,
People fighting for their freedom,
To drive the Yankee from their door.



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