Poncho Villa

Pancho Villa, Pancho Villa the Robin Hood of Mexico
 Pancho Villa, Pancho Villa the Robin Hood of Old Mexico
 He rode into town one evening the streets began too clear
 The word was passed in whisper 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 40, 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 with men free bout Pancho Villa's outlaw band
 Pancho Villa, Pancho Villa...
 Then I looked out my window and I began to pray
 As he smiled at my Rosanna 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 didn't come to harm you and our hearts fell at his feet
 He told us to build a mission so grand and so strong so gay
 So the people that he love would know Pancho Villa passed this way
 Pancho Villa, Pancho Villa...