Lyrics

Here's the tale of Gringo Che
Another pig dead in the bay
Gringo Che, guerilla's gun
Shining in the sun
Viva! La Révolution!
Comandante, where ya going?
Without your pen and silver spoon
The army's coming for ya, son
Better cross the border soon
Marching along to that soulful tune
A rising hum enters the scene
Bullets cut through bleeding boots
There goes your chosen Argentine
Follow him, as he calls to you
Down the ravine look there he goes
Oh won't ya follow him where he goes?
Gringo Che in the afternoon
Hangs low in the bushy pines
Whistling comandante's tune
From a far off distant time
In the air, I can hear it come
The big red one
Saying get it done, if the getting's done
It's the return of the chosen ones
And you know where they came from
Written by: The Nude Party
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