(M. Jagger/K. Richards)Little Indian girl, where is your mama?Little Indian girl, where is your papa?He's fighting in the war in the streets of MasayaAll the children were dead, except for the girl who said"Please Mister Gringo, please find my father"Lesson number one that you learn while you're youngLife just goes on and on getting harder and harderLittle Indian girl, from Nueva, GranadaLittle Indian girl, from Nueva, GranadaYes, I saw them today. It's a sight I would sayThey're shooting down planes with their M-16 and with laughterMa says there's no food, there's nothing left in the larderLast piece of meat was eaten by the soldiers that raped herAll the children were dead, except for the girl who said"Please Mister Gringo, please find my father"Lesson number one that you learn while you're youngLife just goes on and on getting harder and harderLife just goes on and on getting harder and harderLittle Indian girl, from Nueva, GranadaYes, I saw them today. It's a sight I would sayThey're shooting down planes with their M-16 and with laughter[spoken]Mr. Gringo, my father he ain't no Che GuevaraAnd he's fighting the war on the streets of MasayaLittle Indian girl where is your father?Little Indian girl where is your momma?They're fighting for Mr. Castro in the streets of Angola
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Little Indian girl, where is your mama?
Little Indian girl, where is your papa?
He's fighting in the war in the streets of Masaya
All the children were dead, except for the girl who said
"Please Mister Gringo, please find my father"
Lesson number one that you learn while you're young
Life just goes on and on getting harder and harder
Little Indian girl, from Nueva, Granada
Little Indian girl, from Nueva, Granada
Yes, I saw them today. It's a sight I would say
They're shooting down planes with their M-16 and with laughter
Ma says there's no food, there's nothing left in the larder
Last piece of meat was eaten by the soldiers that raped her
All the children were dead, except for the girl who said
"Please Mister Gringo, please find my father"
Lesson number one that you learn while you're young
Life just goes on and on getting harder and harder
Life just goes on and on getting harder and harder
Little Indian girl, from Nueva, Granada
Yes, I saw them today. It's a sight I would say
They're shooting down planes with their M-16 and with laughter
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Mr. Gringo, my father he ain't no Che Guevara
And he's fighting the war on the streets of Masaya
Little Indian girl where is your father?
Little Indian girl where is your momma?
They're fighting for Mr. Castro in the streets of Angola
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