Kris Kristofferson

Mal Sacate


Mr. Money Man, I know you've had your way

And I know the way you're winning

And the bloody hand you're holding ain't no bargain

At the price you had to pay

You have stolen all the land that you can steal

And you killed so many heroes

But the dreams they left behind them

Ain't as easy as a man to blow away



         And they say, "el mal sacate ni el fuego lo quema"

         And Los Mexicanos decin, "cosa mala nunca muere"

         Don't you know


         The fire don't burn a bad weed boy

         And a bad thing never dies

            Like the bad weeds growing wild around

         The broken, wounded body of El Salvador



         They killed so many heroes

         Like Zapata (Presente!) and Fronseca (Presente!)

         And Sandino (Presente!) and Guevarra (Presente!)

         And Allende (Presente!) and Aquino (Presente!)

         And Steve Biko ( Presente!)

         But they can never kill a human spirit

         Not in Nicaragua


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Words & Music by Kris Kristofferson c. Jody Ray Publishing, Inc. (BMI) All Rights Reserved


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