[Verse 1]
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"
[Chorus]
Continue with your work
Continue with your talk
You have it in your hands
To own your lives, to own your lands
[Verse 2]
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
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"
[Chorus]
Continue with your work
Continue with your talk
You have it in your hands
To own your lives, to own your lands
[Verse 2]
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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