Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Out in the hills where the cactus grow wide,
Rode a man with fire burnin’ deep inside.
Pancho Villa, a ghost in the dust,
Spoke with his eyes, not a soul he could trust.

He didn’t say much, but when he did, boy,
You best believe, it cut sharp like a toy.
Not made of chrome, but of leather and steel—
His brain was a blade, and his heart couldn’t kneel.

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[Chorus]
They had planes in the sky and cannons that roared,
But Villa had something they never explored.
Down in old Mexico, under the stars,
We ride with our balls and we die with our scars.
He crossed into Texas, said “Let ’em all run,”
Taught the gringos real fear with the butt of his gun.
You don’t play with lions, or dance with tequila—
You don’t fuck around with Pancho Villa.

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[Verse 2]
He rode a black stallion, fast as the wind,
With silver spurs and a devilish grin.
They sent Pershing and troops, all proud in parade,
But Villa just laughed, disappeared in the shade.

Cut off their ears and sent ’em back home,
A warning from mountains and blood-colored stone.
The stars and stripes couldn’t catch him or kill,
He played them like banjos with outlawed skill.

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[Bridge]
Betrayed by his brothers, not beat by the fight,
Only real men die when the blade hits at night.
They shot him down dirty, but never his name,
In every corrido, he still rides the flame.

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[Chorus – Reprise]
You bring your machine guns and armies in rows,
But it’s courage and grit that decides where it goes.
America watched but they couldn’t believe—
The man with no mercy, no tricks up his sleeve.
He carved out his story with powder and pride,
And he’d rather die standin’ than crawl off and hide.
So raise up your glasses, for legends don’t kneel—
Salud to the soul of Pancho Villa.

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[Outro – Spoken over picking]
“Some fight for gold…
Others for power…
Pancho fought ’cause his heart said it was time.
And when he crossed that line…
He made damn sure the world remembered his name.”