Bullets Of Mexico

The peons of Mexico

Long have known suffering and pain

Zapata and Villa

Have died there, fighting in vain

Rube'n Jaramillo kept up the tradition

He fought for the land once again

He lived for the land

And there on the land he was slain

A forty-five bullet has ended the life

Of a man who had lived by the gun

But all of the bullets of Mexico

Cannot undo all the work that he's done

The greedy capiques have stolen

And plundered the land

With pistoleros they ruled

With a cold iron hand

The poor campesinos could stand it no longer

Resistance was starting to grow

Jaramillo decided

To fight for a new Mexico

A forty-five bullet has ended the life

Of a man who had lived by the gun

But all of the bullets of Mexico

Cannot undo all the work that he's done

For twenty long years he fought

And he struggled and tried

Effe Bonilla, his wife

Always there at his side

Often surrounded, he always was hounded

They searched for him near, far and wide

A man of deep sorrow

But also a man of deep pride

A forty-five bullet has ended the life

Of a man who had lived by the gun

But all of the bullets of Mexico

Cannot undo all the work that he's done

Two thousand peasants

He led to their long Promised Land

And the army's revenge killed the wife

And the sons and the man

His assassins rejoiced with their whiskey and women

They laughed and they danced on his grave

Now the land waits again for another

To ride on the wave

A forty-five bullet has ended the life

Of a man who had lived by the gun

But all of the bullets of Mexico

Cannot undo all the work that he's done