| The story of a seasoned man begins
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| Who was given up for dead in that attack
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| And my own blood gave me four
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| They left me alive they would have killed me
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| Now I am braver than Don Pancho Villa
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| The man in the chair comments with a smile
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| My brother Jorge disappeared
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| Gabriel the greatest I have with me
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| Those who betrayed were unlucky
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| And they never thought it was so strong
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| The legacy of the old man broke the chains
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| Blood of the brave runs through my veins
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| First my old people also my family
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| After friendships and you have to continue
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| And if there are Spaniards, I find the best
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| The lead and the blood for the traitors
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| The accent is noticeable if I am from Michoacan
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| If they look they find me and they hit hard
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| And I have avocados well placed
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| The roosters, the old women, that's how I entertain myself
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| No matter what happens, I don't do it as a pancho
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| And here I'm still alive and I'm a fuck
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| All my friends I respect them
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| People who do not fail and are faithful to work
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| My maximum affection to my compacha cachas
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| never left me alone in this mess
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| It fills me with pride to have what I have
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| I live to 100 my days I do not know fear
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| Let the band play, let the horses dance
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| Bucanas drinks to celebrate
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| Let them sound corridos for the plebada
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| That it's still missing until it's tomorrow |