Joaquin Murrieta Video (MV)

To see his lovely bride, from Mexico he came
Through the hills of Sacramento, Murrieta was his name
Then one night, knocking on his cabin door
And when they'd gone, his love lay dying on the floor
Joaquin brokenhearted cried aloud to every man
Made a vow to his love, took the law now in his hands
One by one, the sound of a gun in the gloom
The men wronging him had now come to their doom
Ride on Murrieta, ride on, wild and free
From the mountain's valleys to the sea
The posse's a ridin' while you go on hidin'
From old Siskiyou on down to Los Angeles
Joaquin Murrieta now goes with an outlaw band
Through the mother lode country and the hills of Almaden
Riding at night with his men through the coyotes' wail
Free as the wind, Joaquin on the wandering trail
The law men followed him down through San Jose
Through La Jolla, Portola, and Salinas by the bay
You see a band of men riding on the plain
Hear an echo on the wind calling Murrieta's name
Ride on Murrieta, ride on, wild and free
From the mountain's valleys to the sea
The posse's a ridin' while you go on hidin'
From old Siskiyou on down to Los Angeles
Ride on Murrieta, ride on, wild and free
From the mountain's valleys to the sea
The posse's a ridin' while you go on hidin'
From old Siskiyou on down to Los Angeles
Ride on
Ride on
Ride on