Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Manuel Juarez, artist - Joan Sebastian. Date of issue: 23.07.2015
Record label: Musart - Balboa
Song language: Spanish
Manuel Juarez(original) |
| En un ranchito en la sierra |
| Feliz vivía Manuel Juarez |
| Arrendando sus caballos |
| Cuidando sus propiedades |
| Trabajando bien su tierra |
| Poco sale a las ciudades |
| Bonita estaba su chata |
| Estaban recien casados |
| Vivían en casa de adobe |
| Pero bien enamorados |
| La feria del cuarto viernes |
| Se celebraba en el pueblo |
| Cerca de semana santa |
| Pero andaba suelto el diablo |
| Y arriba Sinaloa amigoo |
| Manuel ensillá una yegua |
| Tambien su potro mas fino |
| Con su sonrisa y su chata |
| Con rumbo al pueblo se vino |
| Caramba que mala pata |
| Que jugada del destino |
| Un tipo grita en la calle |
| Haaay que rechulas caderas |
| No se referia a la yegua |
| Y esas si son tiznaderas |
| Manuel le dió vuelta al potro |
| Y el otro sacó pistola |
| Juaréz herido de un brazo |
| El otro muerto echo bola |
| En las patas del caballo |
| Que Manuel Juaréz adora |
| Testigos hubo del caso |
| Y aunque a Manuel apresaron |
| Luego de averiguaciones |
| En libertad lo dejaron |
| Mientras que calladamente |
| Al ocicon sepultaron |
| Y en un ranchito en la sierra |
| Alla vive Manuel Juaréz |
| Con sus hijos y su chata |
| Tiene pocas amistades |
| Trabaja cuacos y tierra |
| Ya no sale a las ciudades |
| Yo con esta me despido señores |
| Y les recuerdo una cosa |
| Que aunque sea humilde el ranchero |
| Hay que respetar su esposa |
| (translation) |
| In a little ranch in the mountains |
| Happy lived Manuel Juarez |
| Leasing your horses |
| Taking care of your properties |
| Working your land well |
| Little goes out to the cities |
| Pretty was her flat |
| They were just married |
| They lived in an adobe house |
| but well in love |
| The Fourth Friday Fair |
| It was celebrated in the town |
| Near Easter |
| But the devil was loose |
| And up Sinaloa friend |
| Manuel saddled a mare |
| Also his finest colt |
| With her smile and her flat |
| Heading for the town he came |
| Damn what a bad leg |
| what a play of fate |
| A guy screams in the street |
| Haaay you rechulas hips |
| He was not referring to the mare |
| And those are tiznaderas |
| Manuel turned the colt |
| And the other pulled out a gun |
| Juarez wounded in one arm |
| The other dead ball |
| in the horse's legs |
| That Manuel Juarez adores |
| There were witnesses to the case |
| And although Manuel was arrested |
| After inquiries |
| In freedom they left him |
| while quietly |
| al ocicon buried |
| And in a little ranch in the mountains |
| There lives Manuel Juarez |
| With his children and his chata |
| He has few friends |
| He works cuacos and land |
| He no longer goes out to the cities |
| With this I say goodbye, gentlemen |
| And I remind you of one thing |
| That although the rancher is humble |
| You have to respect your wife |