With a pack on my back
I watch the kids stack
freshly picked coffee in sixty pound stacks
just to make a little money to take back to their shacks
Since the day they were born they’ve been under attack
With flies in her eyes she looks to the skies
where Jesus is waiting for her when she dies,
or is that just the bossman wearing a disguise
She better muffle her cries if she wants to see paradise
What goes around comes back again
Tell me who’s really winning in the end my friend
and the sound of Guatemalan rain beats on our rooftops to the same refrain
Boss finds his way here maybe two times a year
and he swims in his pool and he drinks his German beer
And he tells all the families they’ve got nothing to fear,
even though he knows he’s selling the finca next year
And the tourists will come and they’ll drink the cheap rum
and sing song about the mountains and they’ll soak up the sun
They won’t think too hard about the men with their guns
And when the night falls to our hotels they’ll run
What goes around comes back again
Tell me who’s really winning in the end my friend
and the sound of Guatemalan rain beats on our rooftops to the same refrain
With muscles of rust he rides home on the bus
and remembers a day when his land was more just
Before the green money came well it howled and it cussed
and you can’t sing a song with your mouth full of dust
What goes around comes back again
Tell me who’s really winning in the end my friend
and the sound of Guatemalan rain beats on our rooftops to the same refrain



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Guatemalan Rain song meanings
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