Corrido de La Reforma Agraria

Requesting a plot
The years went by
Cárdenas gave the land
And Alemán was taking it away
Then I became a caravaner
Barefoot on the road
With hundreds of companions
Land applicants

I wear a leather jacket
And still wear sandals
My hat is of estepaque
And my singing is of mariachi
They say they want to kill me
And it seems easy to them
Well, let them prepare the troops
That yesterday killed Jaramillo

When I invaded latifundios
The federals kicked me out
And at bayonet point
They emptied my bags
My mother told me then
This is the agrarian reform
I replied she shouldn't be
Anti-revolutionary

Mexican Constitution
Bless me with such beauty
I'm tired of the government
That today pays for my head
Fly, traveling dove
You know what it's about
If I have to die, let me die
Shouting long live Zapata!