Pancho Villa

Salvador Sanchez arrived and vanished

Only twenty-three with so much speed

Owning the highwayMexico City bred so many

But none quite like him sweet warrior

Pure magic matadorPancho Villa would never rest

'Til 1925 he closed his eyes

'Til Manila stars would riseGozo of the Philippines, choirs and angels sing

Ukulele strings play for his legend

Italy had a kingHow have they gone

Fell by leather

So alone

Bound togetherBenny "kid" Paret came a good way

Climbed to the grey sky to raise his hands

Stopped by the better manEyes of Los Rios cry for suns

Lost on distant shores, unforeseen horrors

Struck and delivered himHow have they gone

Fell by leather

So alone

Bound togetherWhy have they gone

Fell by leather

So alone

All bound together