Che Lyrics

One morning in Bolivia, the leader of the partisans

And two of his companions

Were forced to flee the mountains for their lives

Through green and dusty villages they sped along the little roads

The peasants smiled and shouted as they hurried by

Jesus called out to every one, "Don't think that we are leaving

They only tried to frighten us with guns, we shall return"

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You have it in your hands

To own your lives, to own your lands

The people smiled and shouted

And they ran along a little while

Then stood and watched

Their hands were restless and empty

The body of Jesus was in the jeep

That they blew up before it reached the plane

The priest was proud to bless him

For what there was of him remaining in the afternoon

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You have it in your hands

To own your lives, to own your lands

There is no one who can show you

The road you should be on

They only tell you, they can show you

And then tomorrow they are gone

The smell of oil and incense fill the room in this adobe hut

Where on the table lies the body of a man

His face is pale and young, his beard is dark and curled

Pennies hold his eyelids from the evening light

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Stand inside the door, their hands are restless and empty

They watch the priest make silent crosses in the air

And pray to God inside their hearts for their own souls

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You have it in your hands

To own your lives, to own your lands

There is no one who can show you

The road you should be on

They only tell you, they can show you

And then tomorrow they are gone

Continue with your work

Continue with your talk

You have it in your hands

To own your lives, to own your lands

There is no one who can show you

The road you should be on

They only tell you, they can show you

And then tomorrow they are gone

Continue with your work

Continue with your talk

You have it in your hands

To own your lives, to own your lands

There is no one who can show you

The road you should be on

They only tell you, they can show you

And then tomorrow they are gone

Continue with your work

Continue with your talk

You have it in your hands

To own your lives, to own your lands