Letras
In the Morelos Mountains campesinos are planting their fields
Where the ghost of Zapata rides a
Horse that can still outrun the wheel
High in the sky above and clear out of sight
Where the Free Mexican Air Force flying tonight
In the city of San Antonio a cowboy is cooling his heels
Remembering that God gave us herbs and the fruits of the field
But it's criminal law that makes outlaws of those seeking light
Makes the Free Mexican Air Force
Mescalito riding his white horse
The Free Mexican Air Force is flying tonight
Flying so high-igh-igh-igh
How strange that an innocent herb causes money to burn
They'll jail you or kill you for making those rich fat cats squirm
They're the fools who make rules with
No difference between wrong or right
Who makes the Free Mexican Air Force fly home tonight
Uncle Sam in his misery put a nix on the fields of Guerrero
He said shoot down all gringos and wetbacks who dare wear sombrero
But the borders of evil will fall to the smugglers of light
And the Free Mexican Air Force
Mescalito riding his white horse
The Free Mexican Air Force is flying tonight
Flying so high-igh-igh-igh
While we smoking colitas federales are loading their guns
Blowing smoke from their six-shooters, cleaning their barrels for fun
Contra bandistas, banditos of light
And the Free Mexican Air Force is flying tonight
High in the hills we are harvesting sweet sinsemilla
Where the law wants it all 'cause they
Think that the wild weed can free ya
Freedom for us is a prison for the rulers of might
And the Free Mexican Air Force
Mescalito riding his white horse
The Free Mexican Air Force is flying tonight
Flying so high-igh-igh-igh
Flying tonight