Gabacho Man

There he was
The man in the distance
Didn't speak a tongue
A lick of my lengua yeah
White man
He's wearing a poncho
In the scolding heat
That's pressing me down yeah
Feeling all alone
And that man felt pleasure yeah
He crossed a border
For every last one of me
He looked at my eyelid
Tearing for mercy yeah
He took out his big knife
And carved me a nice big name in me yeah

Gabacho man
Gabacho man
Gabacho man
Gabacho man
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah

That man is going down
And with him his colorful flag yeah

Gabacho man
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Pablo Gonzalez Salazar
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