The wind was swinging it
Oh what a black memory
It was my father's body
He had a rope around his neck
They had hung him on Sunday
From the branches that cedar
I was barely ten years old
I cried as a child
The dog had a bullet
I knew it from his howls
He dragged a spur
Age of murderers
Lord, it belongs to you
Perhaps you have already forgotten
I am Jesus Maldonado
Son of that what I posted
You can guess the reasons
Why I'm looking for you
After all the laws
They won't be able to save you
If you don't want to fight
I will drag him on my horse
And in the branches of that cedar tree
I am going to leave him hanging
In the coyote's path
Come very well prepared
Your children will not They are to blame
But that is beside the point
If you don't arrive at twelve o'clock
Maybe you won't look at them again
Death was on horseback
I witness the facts
br/>In the passage of the coyote
This case happened
There Jesus Maldonado
To a juel of letters I hang