The heat was hot in the desert wild, when this journey first began
I gently spurred my pony, as we crossed the desert sand
We rode for miles and hours in this God forsaken land
Night fell and in the starlight I made a makeshift camp
I was on the road to Galveston, and crossing the desert dunes
In silhouette, I saw him as he rode across the moon
Daybreak came and off I went my journey would be long
I had had a good night’s rest and my Pony she was strong
I caught up; to the stranger it was just about midday
My name is Poncho Villa was all he had to say
His mount was big and mighty his pistol was very large
When he pulled it from its holster we both knew who was in charge
His stead had left some droppings; lying in the sand
He said you are going to eat that, this is my demand
I did not want to do it my first instinct was to run
There were other things to consider and he had the bigger gun
So slowly, I began to nibble; there in the hot desert, sun
Suddenly a sand storm flared and blew sand into his face,
In just that quick moment, our fortunes were reversed
I pulled my own pistol, and dragged him down off his horse
There was no misunderstanding I was now the boss
I said I hope you’re hungry, friend It’s time for you to eat
You are going to have a burger made of good old pony peat
He did not what to do it, this I knew for sure
There is just something about a burger made of horse manure
I held him with my pistol and got him to his feet
I said; OK Poncho now it\'s time for you to eat
I stripped him of his pistol and headed on my way
I never saw him after that, but still until today
If ever people ask me about it; this is what I say
I knew Poncho Villa in a very special way
We had lunch together one hot and sunny day.