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Chumbawamba

"El Fusilado" (karaoke)

"El Fusilado" (sheet music)


Listen close to this crooked mouth

For my story I will tell -o.

I lived in Mexico by the name

Of Wenseslau Moguel -o.

Left my home in Santiago,

The heart of the city of Merida.

Served with my brothers and sisters all

In the army of Pancho Villa.

 

Stand me straight against the nearest wall;

Line up your bravest soldiers -o.

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 -o.

Ten good shots, I'll take them all.

They call me "El Fusilado."

 

Fell to the ground, the officer came;

One more 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 was not giving up to the glory.

Ten good shots, I took them all,

And lived to tell my story.

 

Stand me up against the nearest wall;

Line up your bravest soldiers -o.

Ten good shots, I'll take them all.

They call me "El Fusilado.”

 

Stand me up against the nearest wall;

Line up your bravest soldiers -o.

Ten good shots, I'll take them all.

They call me "El Fusilado."

 

Stand me up against the nearest wall;

Line up your bravest soldiers -o.

Ten good shots, I'll take them all.

"El Fusilado!"


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