Lyrics of El Tío Juan - ANTONIO AGUILAR

El Tío Juan (original)

Voy a cantar un corrido
De dos caballos ligeros
De fama internacional
De un prieto de mexicali
Que le llamaban el indio
Y un alazan de agua prieta
Que le decian el tio juan
Desde baja california
Vino el indio hasta sonora
Pa' correr con el tio juan
Y al presentarse le dijo
Seguro estoy de ganarte
Y el polvo que yo levante
Te lo tendras que tragar
Hermenes garcés andaba
Interventor del contrato
De la apuesta principal
Le sobro mucho dinero
Que nadie quiso agarrarle
Por que le tubieron miedo
Al indio esa es la verdad
Por fin llegó aquel momento
Y la puerta de los yutis
Se abrieron de par en par
Se vinieron los caballos
Casi venian volando
Y el indio corrió tragando
El polvo que hizo el tío juan
Hipódromo club de leones
De tí me estoy despidiendo
Porque el indio ya se vá
Que se despide muy triste
Al ver que se ha equivocado
Siendo el tío juan tan chaparro
Y no le pudo ganar
Vuela, vuela palomita
Con rumbo a hacia mexicali
Ve y cuentales la verdad
Dile a indalecio martínez
Que el tio juan
Le da el desquite
Para que venga y le quite
La costumbre de ganar

(translation)

I'm going to sing a corrido
Of two light horses
internationally famous
From a prieto of mexicali
They called him the Indian
And a sorrel of dark water
What did uncle Juan say to him?
from Baja California
The Indian came to Sonora
To run with uncle Juan
And when he introduced himself he told him
I'm sure to win you
And the dust that I raise
you will have to swallow it
Hermenes Garces was walking
contract controller
of the main bet
I have a lot of money left over
That no one wanted to catch him
Why were they afraid of him?
To the Indian that is the truth
That moment finally came
And the door of the yutis
They opened wide
the horses came
They almost came flying
And the Indian ran swallowing
The powder that Uncle Juan made
lions club racecourse
I'm saying goodbye to you
Because the Indian is already leaving
That he says goodbye very sad
Seeing that he was wrong
being uncle juan so short
And he couldn't win
Fly, fly little dove
Heading towards Mexicali
Go and tell them the truth
tell indalecio martinez
that uncle juan
gives him revenge
For him to come and take away
The habit of winning