Mora (Blackberry)

What if I wound up spending most my whole day through

Talking over coffee, leftist politics with you

And my face lit up with Che Guevera

Hero of all of South America

Challenging the yanquis of America

Well exactly who or what would I be?

And if because of prison beatings and corrupt police

I had to flee beloved Chile in the seventies

Come to seek asylum in your embassies

Well exactly who or what would I be?

CHORUS:

My name would be Jose Alberto Mora (Blackberry)

And I would be a good man

His name would be Jose Alberto Mora (Blackberries)

And he would be a good man

What if I lost my arm as a younger lad

When I broke it at the shoulder in the hilly lowlands

North to Santiago by the quickest route

Because we didn't have good medicine or medics in the south

Hurrying to try to keep infection out

Well exactly who or what would I be?

If we arrived too late and it was all gangrene

And the doctor said it was the worst case he had seen

We'll have to cut the arm and the extremities

Well exactly who or what would I be?

CHORUS

What if wound up marrying a gringa who

Gave me one young son with the eyes like hers, of blue

And we named him well for Simon Bolivar

Handsome as a Latin silent movie star

How could we have known that we'd have come this far

Well exactly who or what would I be?

And if I not so good with English much when I arrive

But I sent for my old father to come start a brand new life

If you come close but don't quite sing my accent right

Well exactly who or what would I be?

CHORUS

Ai!