Justicia Ranchera

I’m the man who was sentenced, then set free
For killing the boss who had mocked me
Rights and freedom in a field I’ve sown
That I worked from dawn till dusk alone

My little shack, and my cornfield were lost
Ten years of hard work, what a cost
And I couldn’t provide for my kids
The land that’s the bread for a farmer’s bids

For justice and reason, I made my boss see
To let me work to pay off my fee
But the ungrateful jerk kicked me out, setting fire to my shack
With his horse, he trampled my corn, that’s a fact

The agrarian folks who witnessed and are my friends
Gave me legal advice, helped me make amends
Signing a petition against the boss’s wrong
Who wouldn’t accept, thought he was strong

And in his rage, feeling cornered, he pulled out his gun
Then fired a shot, but missed, what a run
Killing my wife who tried to protect me
From that thug, in a moment of tragedy

In that instant, I lost it, didn’t know what I’d done
How many shots I fired, or where they’d run
And here I end my song for the nation to hear
So farmers don’t let the boss exploit you in fear.