TheFreeMexicanAirforce

The Free Mexican Airforce - Peter Rowan

Written by：Peter Rowan

In the morellos mountains

Cabacinos are planting their fields

Where the ghost of Zapata rides a horse

That can still outrun the wind

There free in the sky and clear out of site

It's the free Mexican airforce flying tonight

In the city of angels

A cowboy is cooling his heels

Remembering that god gave us herbs

And the fruits of the fields

But a criminal love that makes outlaws

Of those who seek light

Paid the free Mexican airforce

Mescalito riding his white horse

Yeah the free Mexican airforce is flying tonight

Flying so high

How strange that an innocent herb

Causes money to burn

The day will kill you for making

Those rich fat cats squirm

But the fools who make rules

With no difference between wrong or right

That's why the free Mexican airforce is flying tonight

Uncle Sam it is a misery

But a nix on the fields of Carrero

Saying shoot down all gringos and wetpacks

That dare wear sombreros

Either run for the hills surrender

Or stand up and fight

Or join the free Mexican airforce

Mescalito riding his white horse

The free Mexican airforce flying tonight

They're flying so high

Is that m*******a destroying the minds of the young

The confusion continued for power and greed in all form

May the borders of evil with fall to the smugglers of light

Where the free Mexican airforce are flying tonight

In San Antonio they tell me

That power and money are one

They can buy us or sell you

To keep you afraid on the run

But no one can stop us

My vision is nearly in sight

And free Mexican airforce

Mexcalito riding his white horse

The free Mexican airforce is flying tonight

Flying so high

Some are smoking colitas

While others are loading their guns

Blowing smoke from their six shooters

Spinning their barrels for fun

Contrabandistas banditos alike

Were the free Mexican airforce who were flying tonight

High in the hills we are harvesting sweet sensimilia

The law wants it all cos they know

That the wild w**d can free ya

And freedom for us is the prison

For the rulers of might