By Warren Zevon and Jorge Calderon
c. 1978 Zevon Music/BMI and Polite Music/ASCAP
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
Saying, «Veracruz is dying
And Cuernavaca’s falling»
Aquel dia yo jure (On that day I swore)
Hacia el puerto volvere (To the port I will return)
Aunque el destino cambio mi vida (Even though destiny changed my life)
En Veracruz morire (In Veracruz I shall die)
Aquel dia yo jure (On that day I swore)
I heard Woodrow Wilson’s guns
I heard them in the harbor
Saying, «Veracruz is dying»
