The year of 1931,
as it is remembered,
the ballad of Juan Garcia
is the on I'm going to sing.

He was a livestock rustler
and he smuggled liquor,
Immigration agents
had him on their "list".

In order to "liquidate" him,
because it was the most convient way,
the "rinches" of the Border Patrol
murdered him in an ambush.

Melchor, who was also firing,
managed to cross the river,
leaving behind Juan and another friend
and a badly wounded horse.

Through the streets of Eagle Pass
the Anglos paraded
the body of Juan Garcia
lashed to the running board of a car.

In San Vicente he remains,
a reminder to us from the cemetary,
accompanied by a "rinche"
that Juan Garcia had killed.