On the hunt for the Kid. Updates ahead.
Thanks to a friend's suggestion, I sought out an excellent book, "Mexico: Biography of Power" by Enrique Krauze. In it, he explains the dichotomy of Mexico at the time of the 1910 revolution, between the conservatives, who were proud of their Spanish colonial past, and the liberals, who were ashamed and hated the colonial past and wanted a new future. This latter group gave voice with the popular cry of the day: "Long live the Virgin of Guadalupe and death to the Spaniards!"
Kid In The Moon
Kid in the moon, dust on the grave
Where do you go when you have to be brave?
Unless you stand where he once stood
You'll never understand what is just and good
Up and down the Pecos River
The dark eyed beauties quiver
The love of that bad boy is second to none
It's been said he even swayed a nun
In the port of the moon a sad girl waits
She can't believe her boyfriend's fate
Salty senioritas sway as they all say
they enjoyed a roll in the hay
He tripped their triggers, every one
He was a bad boy that son of a gun
But only one, to which he was true
he gave his heart and so would you
she was a beauty, a Mexican cutie
with eyes that flash in the dark
She created a spark that erupted in flame
at the end of a gun, the end of the game
Even though the hour is late
She holds her heart for just one boy
The one in the ground who's not there
Kid on the moon, dust in the grave
Where do you go when you need to be brave?