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Lyrics to "Forgive Me, Uncle Juan"

[Verse 1]
Forgive me, Uncle Juan
But it's clear you know nothing
The things I tell you
Are felt in my own flesh
That in Venezuelan soil
Yankee imperialism
Does whatever it pleases

[Verse 2]
Haven't you ever walked
Through an oil field?
Don't you see they take
What belongs to our land?
And they only leave us
Misery and the sweat of laborers
And they only leave us
Misery and the sweat of laborers

[Verse 3]
The emaciated little children

[Verse 4]
Answer me, Uncle Juan
Don't stay silent
Answer if there's no reason
For us to keep fighting
To expel from our homeland
The Yankee who takes it from us
And the lackey who covers for him

[Verse 5]
Haven't you noticed
What's happening with the iron?
They pay us a ton
For less than three cents!
Let's fight, damn it!

Or we'll be left without a mountain!
Let's fight, damn it!

Or we'll be left without a mountain!

[Verse 6]
Don't be fooled
When they talk to you about progress
Why are you getting thin
And they're getting heavier?

Why are you getting thin
And they're getting heavier?

[Instrumental]

[Verse 7]
Answer me, Uncle Juan
Don't stay silent
Answer if there's no reason
For us to keep fighting
To drive from our homeland
The Yankee who steals it from us
And the lackey who covers for him

[Verse 8]
Haven't you ever walked
Through an oil field?
Don't you see they're taking
What belongs to our land?
And leaving us with nothing but
Misery and the sweat of laborers
And leaving us with nothing but
Misery and the sweat of laborers

[Verse 9]
The emaciated little children
Who live up in the hills
More than living, they're dying
Weaving their dreams
More than living, they're dying
Weaving their dreams

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