Written and recorded by Tom Russell
From the CD ?Indians Cowboys Horses Dogs
Pancho Villa crossed the border, in the year of ought-sixteen
The people of Columbus, still hear him riding through their dreams
He killed seventeen civilians, you could hear the women scream
Black Jack Pershing on a dancing horse, was waiting in the wings
Tonight we ride, Tonight we ride
We'll skin old Pancho Villa, and make chaps out of his hide
Shoot his horse, Siete Leguas, and his twenty-seven brides
Tonight we ride, Tonight we ride