Veracruz - Warren Zevon

I heard Woodrow Wilson’s guns

I heard Maria crying

Late last night I heard the news

That Veracruz was dying

Veracruz was dying

Someone called Maria’s name

I swear it was my father’s voice

Saying, If you stay you’ll all be slain

You must leave now

You have no choice

Take the servants and ride west

Keep the child close to your chest

When the American troops withdraw

Let Zapata take the rest

I heard Woodrow Wilson’s guns

I heard Maria calling

Veracruz is dying

And Cuernavaca’s fallen

Aquel día yo jure

Hacia el puerto volveré

Aunque el destino cambio mi vida

En Veracruz moriré

Aquel día yo jure

I heard Woodrow Wilson’s guns

I heard them in the harbor

Saying Veracruz was dying