Cannot undo all the work that he's done
A forty-five bullet has ended the life
But all of the bullets of Mexico
He lived for the land
With a cold iron hand
Now the land waits again for another
A man of deep sorrow
For twenty long years he fought
Jaramillo decided
To ride on the wave
But all of the bullets of Mexico
Of a man who had lived by the gun
Often surrounded, he always was hounded
And there on the land he was slain
A forty-five bullet has ended the life
To fight for a new Mexico
Rube'n Jaramillo kept up the tradition
Of a man who had lived by the gun
They laughed and they danced on his grave
Effe Bonilla, his wife
But all of the bullets of Mexico
But also a man of deep pride
Two thousand peasants
The poor campesinos could stand it no longer
Always there at his side
And plundered the land
Cannot undo all the work that he's done
A forty-five bullet has ended the life
And the sons and the man
Of a man who had lived by the gun
Of a man who had lived by the gun
A forty-five bullet has ended the life
Have died there, fighting in vain
Resistance was starting to grow
With pistoleros they ruled
His assassins rejoiced with their whiskey and women
Cannot undo all the work that he's done
But all of the bullets of Mexico
Zapata and Villa
He fought for the land once again
And he struggled and tried
And the army's revenge killed the wife
The greedy capiques have stolen
He led to their long Promised Land
They searched for him near, far and wide
