It rained all day but the air was warm and their steel was hot So they pushed on past Veracruz
To between the waters where the wind was high Alvarado was the place they spread the news
One jaguar was white as a sheet and his head hung down But he stayed in the saddle as they sped from town to town
His spirits rose as the sun emerged he even began to eat as they drifted to the south
They were wet to the bone but they couldn’t resist Chiapas, Chiapas was the place they mouthed Alan Watson