The Mexican - Bombers

Chico Fernandez 's living on his gun, dreams of Santa Anna, fighting in the sun.

Drums so loud from outside, makes it hard to dream, who is falling hard and

fast makes it all seam real.

Morning, come morning, a chico’s gotta have his share;

morning, sad morning,

said he must be there.

Morning, sad morning: what a laugh!

And I cry, cry, cry, cry, cry.

Morning, sad morning, mexican!

morning, sad morning: Segnorita’s pining, chico come on home, Santa Anna’s

loosing, you’ll be first to go, Sam Houston’s laughing, Davy Crockett too,

when Anna takes the Alamo the first to go is you!

Morning, come morning, a chico 's gotta have his share!

Morning, sad morning, heaven will be there!

Morning, come morning, what a laugh and out loud ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!