Gabino Barrera

Gabino Barrera didn’t understand reasons
Always drunk as a skunk
He carried his gun with six rounds
He was a thrill for anyone.

He sported a thick mustache
With a bandana tied around his neck
Wore cotton shorts, leather jacket
His hat was all decked out.

His country feet wore sandals
And sometimes he went barefoot
But he loved to pay for the mariachis
Money didn’t mean a thing to him.

With a bottle of rum in his hand
He’d shout, "Long live Zapata!"
Because he was a rancher, that Suriano Indian
A son of good stock.

He was tall and built wide across the back
His face was rough around the edges
His dark gaze gave him an air
Like a vulture from the mountains.

Gabino Barrera left women
With kids all over the place.