Bruce Springsteen – Adelita (Guitar)

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In the High Sierras, camped were the soldiers

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And a young soldada who valiantly fought

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Side by side with Francisco Villa

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Adelita

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Far from my home now, a Texacan soldier

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It's not for fortune or risk to the battlefield I fight

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I fell in love with Adelita with my very soul

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We'll stand in arms this night

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She said, "Johnny, if I should die in battle

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And my body be left in the Sierranea

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My love, my love, in God's name

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Fight on, and remember me

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That my blood will not have been spilled in vain"

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On horseback, a carbine full and at her side

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Over her blouse, cartridges filled her bandoleras

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Side by side, into battle we rode, Villistas

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My Adelita

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We met the enemy in the Zamoran mountains

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From their bullets, many of our soldiers died

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And wounded, I lay fallen with my comrades

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As Adelita stood above us

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Firing her rifle 'til the gunpowder turned her hand black

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And the sky was blue, 'neath the cannon the earth trembled

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Watched as a bullet pierced my love's side

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She fell amidst the brothers and sisters

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Smoke and empty sky in her eyes

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Adelita, my love, Adelita, my wife

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Adelita, my comrade, my life

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They'll remember your name when freedom fills the Sierranea

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I'll remember the warmth of your skin against mine

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Tonight, I lay in the mountains with the campesinos

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My mind at peace from the vows I've made

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I know I'll never see Texas again

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Your portrait I carry deep in my breast pocket

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My rifle firing into the campaña, I ride with you 'round my heart

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Protected from this death by beauty