Phil Ochs - United Fruit Lyrics
And the fruit boats ride on the waves,And the crew will dream of returningBack to the florida waters,For the work of unloading onto the trains.And the ships will dance by the shore,With fruit from venezuela, brazil and costa rica,But the fruit from the island of cubaIs carried no more.And on the decks it will lay,Picked by the hands of the peonsAt the lowest possible wages,While the profits are made by the strangersFrom far away.Now some will pick the fruit of the vineWhile others will go to the mountainAnd eat the fruit of the hillsideAnd learn the way of the rifle,Wait for the time.Allianza dollars are spentTo raise the towering buildingsFor the weary bones of the workersSo they will be strong in the morningTo go back again.Oh the companies keep a sharp eyeAnd pay their respects to the armyTo watch for the hot-blooded leadersAnd be prepared for the junta toCrush them like flies.So heavy the price that they payAs daily the fruit it is stolenOver the blue carribeanBut the lengthening shadow of cubaWill hinder the way.(repeat 1st verse)