A little known but brilliant country song by Warren Zevon. The singer-songwriter grew tired of his career touring with the Everley brothers and moved to Spain in the summer of 1975, where he lived and played in the Dubliner Bar, a small tavern in Sitges, near Barcelona, owned by David Lindell, a former mercenary. Together they composed “Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner.”
Roland was a warrior From the Land of the Midnight Sun With a Thompson Gun for hire Fighting to be done The deal was made in Denmark On a dark and stormy day So he set out for Biafra To join the bloody fray Through ’66 and 7 They fought the Congo War With their fingers on their triggers Knee-deep in gore The days and nights they battled The Bantu to their Knees They killed to earn their living And to help out the Congolese Roland the Thompson Gunner Roland the Thompson Gunner His comrades fought beside him Van Owen and the rest But of all the Thompson Gunners Roland was the best So the CIA decided They wanted Roland dead That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen Blew off Roland’s Head Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner Time Time Time for another week of war Norway’s bravest son Time stands still for Roland til he evens up the score They can still see his headless body Stalking through the night In the muzzle flash of Roland’s Thompson Gun In the muzzle flash of Roland’s Thompson Gun Roland searched the continent For the man who’d done him in He found him in Mombassa In a bar room drinkin’ Gin Roland aimed his Thompson Gun He didn’t say a word But he blew Van Owen’s body From there to Johanasburg. Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner Talkin about the man Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner The eternal Thompson Gunner Still wanderin through the night Now it’s ten years later But he still keeps up the fight In Ireland, In Lebanon In Palastine and Berkley Patty Hurst Heard the burst Of Roland’s Thompson Gun And bought it.