Lyrics of 'Mora (Blackberry)' by Corb Lund

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!