Indian Girl - The Rolling Stones

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

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