Carabina 30-30

30-30 Rifle
That the rebels carried
And the maderistas said
That they didn't kill with them

30-30 Rifle
That the rebels carried
And the maderistas said
That they didn't kill with them

With my 30-30, I'm going to march
To swell the ranks of the rebellion
If they ask for my blood, I give them my blood
For the inhabitants of our nation

We're going to Chihuahua
Your black saint is leaving
If a bullet breaks me
Go cry for me at the cemetery

We're going to Chihuahua
Your black saint is leaving
If a bullet breaks me
Go cry for me at the cemetery

With my 30-30, I'm going to march
To swell the ranks of the rebellion
If they ask for my blood, I give them my blood
For the inhabitants of our nation

Francisco Villa shouted
Where are you, Argumedo?
Come, stand here in front
You, who are never afraid

Francisco Villa shouted
Where are you, Argumedo?
Come, stand here in front
You, who are never afraid

With my 30-30, I'm going to march
To swell the ranks of the rebellion
If they ask for my blood, I give them my blood
For the inhabitants of our nation