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Buenos Dias America
Buenos Dias America is one of many songs written by Penny in the mid-1980s. While going through old recordings, we found a bare bones demo recording of this song and we loved the original vocal so we extracted it from the demo and have now filled it out with new instrumental tracks.
Since this was written, treatment of our immigrants has only gotten worse, making Penny's poignant lyric as relevant as ever.
The lead vocal is from a 1985 Penny Hanna demo, the rest added in 2026.
| Artist: | Slide Man Slim & Penny Hanna |
| Released: | May 30, 2026 |
| Written By: | Penny Hanna © 1985 |
| Penny Hanna: | Vocals, Bass Guitar, Author, Arrangement |
| Slim Heilpern: | Guitar, Keys, Drum Programming, Audio |
Lyrics
A stranger in a new land There's danger and it's never easy to leave It changes near the Rio Grande You know the fear, just like the back of your hand Just tryin' to make a life for your family Freedom is a child you shelter carefully But the truth cries colder than the northern air No one seems to care, or want you there Buenos dias America In peace we come to your door like before One immigrant family hoping for more A tenement, a two room shack His government will never let him go back A working man come rain or shine In America, our very own Palestine Just tryin' to make a life for his family Freedom is a child you shelter carefully But the truth cries colder than the northern air No one seems to care, or want you there Buenos dias America The sword turned into the plough, that is how We guarantee there'll be liberty now You cook and clean, scrub the floor An old routine, that's what they're paying you for Why does it seem so far away A misty dream of the American way Just tryin' to make a life for her family Freedom is a child you shelter carefully But the truth cries colder than the northern air No one seems to care, or want you there Buenos dias America In peace we come to your door like before One immigrant family hoping for more Buenos dias America The sword turned into the plough, that is how We guarantee there'll be liberty now