This gritty country ballad captures the untamed life of Pancho Villa — from bandit to revolutionary general — in a story forged by bullets, betrayal, and legend.
Born to the dust, sealed by fate.
José Doroteo, that was his name,
But when his daddy passed, life felt like a game.
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LYRIC:Down in Durango, eighteen seventy-eight,
Born to the dust, sealed by fate.
José Doroteo, that was his name,
But when his daddy passed, life felt like a game.
Pancho Villa, a name whispered with dread,
A rebel's call, where the brave dare tread.
From the hills of Mexico, a legend took flight,
Fighting for the poor, with all of his might.
Sister wronged, blood stained on his hand,
Left the sharecrop life, took to the land.
Joined the banditos, living wild and free,
'Til the army caught him, under the desert tree.
Killed an officer, stole his prized steed,
They called him "La Cucaracha," planting freedom's seed.
Madero's call, in revolution's roar,
Pancho rose up, demanding much more.
Pancho Villa, a name whispered with dread,
A rebel's call, where the brave dare tread.
From the hills of Mexico, a legend took flight,
Fighting for the poor, with all of his might.
Division del Norte, his army strong and bold,
Fighting Huerta, for the young and the old.
Governor of Chihuahua, power in his hand,
But fortune's winds shifted across the land.
America watched, then turned away,
Carranza rose, heralding a new day.
Defeat and betrayal, a bitter pill to swallow,
Across the border, shadows began to follow.
Columbus burned, a raid in the night,
Uncle Sam's soldiers put up a fierce fight.
But Villa escaped, into the desert haze,
Living by his own rules, in wild, reckless ways.
An amnesty deal, a promise to be still,
Land in the north, against his own free will.
But peace was a stranger, he'd never truly known,
Seven bullets fired, his spirit overthrown.
Pancho Villa, a name whispered with dread,
A rebel's call, where the brave dare tread.
From the hills of Mexico, a legend took flight,
Fighting for the poor, with all of his might.
From the silver screen to the history books,
Pancho Villa's tale forever hooks.
He sleeps in the monument, his spirit runs free,
A cockroach of the revolution, for all eternity.
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