Listen close to this crooked mouth   For my story I will tell–o    I lived in Mexico by the name of Wenseslao Moguel–o   Left my home in Santiago   The heart of the city of Merida   Served with my brothers and sisters all   For the army of Pancho Villa      Stand me straight against the nearest wall   Line up your bravest soldiers oh   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 sad “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 oh   Ten good shots I’ll take them all   They call me El Fusilado      Fell to the ground, the officer came   One last 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 wasn’t giving up to the glory   Ten good shots I took them all   And lived to tell my story      Stand me straight against the nearest wall   Line up your bravest soldiers oh   Ten good shots I’ll take them all   They call me El Fusilado      Stand me straight against the nearest wall   Line up your bravest soldiers oh   Ten good shots I’ll take them all   They call me El Fusilado      Stand me straight against the nearest wall   Line up your bravest soldiers oh   Ten good shots I’ll take them all   They call me El Fusilado