Pancho Villa

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He rode into town one evening the streets began too clear
The word was passed in whispers the bandit Pancho Villa's here
With his band of mighty outlaws many stories had been told
Did he fight for the rights of us or was it lust for gold

His rifles numbered forty his men gave a mighty shout
And the soldiers that we hated were all dead or criminal
And when the battle ended our town was in his hands
We realized that we'd been free by Pancho Villa's outlaw band

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Then I looked out my window and I began to pray
As he smiled at my Rosana across the street as she came my way
I knew my hand was trembling as I prepared to draw
And in my eyes could not believe the miracle I saw

He put down gold and silver and food for us to eat
Said I did not come to harm you and our hearts fell at his feet
He told us to build a mission so grand and strong so gay
So the people that he love would know Pancho Villa passed this way

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