Bullets of mexico lyrics

Artist  : Phil ochs 
Song : Bullets of mexico
 
The peons of mexico long have known suffering and
pain.
Zapata and villa have died there, fighting in
vain.
Rube’n jaramillo kept up the tradition, he fought
for the land once again.
He lived for the land, and there on the land he
was slain.

A forty-five bullet has ended the life of a man
who had lived by the gun,
But all of the bullets of mexico cannot undo all
the work that he’s done.

The greedy capiques* have stolen and plundered
the land,
With pistoleros they ruled with a cold iron
hand.
The poor campesinos could stand it no longer,
resistance was starting to grow.
Jaramillo decided to fight for a new mexico.

A forty-five bullet has ended the life of a man
who had lived by the gun,
But all of the bullets of mexico cannot undo all
the work that he’s done.

For twenty long years he fought and he struggled
and tried,
(effe bonilla), his wife, always there at his
side.
Often surrounded, he always was hounded, they
searched for him
Near, far, and wide:
A man of deep sorrow, but also a man of deep
pride.

A forty-five bullet has ended the life of a man
who had lived by the gun,
But all of the bullets of mexico cannot undo all
the work that he’s done.

Two thousand peasants he led to their
long-promised land,
And the army’s revenge killed the wife and the
sons and the man.
His assasins rejoiced with their whiskey and
women, they laughed and
They danced on his grave.
Now the land waits again for another to ride on
the waves.

A forty-five bullet has ended the life of a man
who had lived by the gun,
But all of the bullets of mexico cannot undo all
the work that he’s done.