El Fusilado

Listen close to this crooked mouth
 For my story I will tell–o
 I lived in Mexico by the name of Wenseslao Moguel–o
 Left my home in Santiago
 The heart of the city of Merida
 Served with my brothers and sisters all
 For the army of Pancho Villa
 Stand me straight against the nearest wall
 Line up your bravest soldiers oh
 Ten good shots I'll take them all
 They call me El Fusilado
 The Federales captured me
 Bound up my arms with wire
 Officer came he said "Take your aim –
 Steady your guns and fire!"
 Bullet holes all across my chest
 Ripped up my shirt and my body–o
 Heart beat on through the silenced guns
 To the rhythm of life inside me–o
 Stand me straight against the nearest wall
 Line up your bravest soldiers oh
 Ten good shots I'll take them all
 They call me El Fusilado
 Fell to the ground the officer came
 One last shot to the head–o
 Heard through the pain as he walked away
 And left me there for dead–o
 All went quiet so I crawled away
 I wasn't giving up to the glory
 Ten good shots I took them all
 And lived to tell my story
 Stand me straight against the nearest wall
 Line up your bravest soldiers oh
 Ten good shots I'll take them all
 They call me El Fusilado
 Stand me straight against the nearest wall
 Line up your bravest soldiers oh
 Ten good shots I'll take them all
 They call me El Fusilado
 Stand me straight against the nearest wall
 Line up your bravest soldiers oh
 Ten good shots I'll take them all
 They call me El Fusilado