Joaquin Murrieta

I am not American
But I understand English
I learned it with my brother
Forward and backward
To any American
I make them tremble at my feet

When I was just a child
Orphaned they left me
Without showing me affection
They hanged my brother
His wife Carmelita
Cowards murdered her

I came from Hermosillo
In search of gold and wealth
I fiercely defended
The noble and simple Indian
The American government
Put a price on my head

And I got into bars
Punishing Americans
You will be the captain
The one who killed my brother
You caught him defenseless
Proud American

I am not Chilean, nor a stranger
In this land I step on
From Mexico to California
Because God wanted it so
In my embroidered serape
I carry my baptismal faith

I roamed in California
Around the year 50
On my silver mount
And my Beretta pistol
I am that Mexican
Named Joaquin Murrieta