| Pancho Villa Pancho Villa the Robin Hood of Mexico
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| Pancho Villa Pancho Villa the Robin Hood of old Mexico
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| He rode into town one evening the streets began too clear
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| The word was passed in whisper the bandit Pancho Villa’s here
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| With his band of mighty outlaws many stories had been told
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| Did he fight for the rights of us or was it lust for gold
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| His rifles numbered forty his men gave a mighty shout
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| And the soldiers that we hated were all dead or criminal
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| And when the battle ended our town was in his hands
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| We realized that with men free bout Pancho Villa’s outlaw band
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| Pancho Villa Pancho Villa…
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| Then I looked out my window and I began to pray
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| As he smiled at my Rosana across the street as she came my way
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| I knew my hand was trembling as I prepared to draw
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| And in my eyes could not believe the miracle I saw
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| He put down gold and silver and food for us to eat
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| Said I didn’t come to harm you and our hearts fell at his feet
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| He told us to build a mission so grand and so strong so gay
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| So the people that he love would know Pancho Villa passed this way
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| Pancho Villa Pancho Villa… |