| With my embroidered hat, and my flared suit
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| My gold buttons, my stud spurs
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| My silver cheek piece, my nickel-plated pistol,
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| And without reproach of being gold, I am the noble tradition
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| I am the, Mexican Charro, noble, brave and loyal,
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| Of his flight from him, always brother,
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| I am the charro that is filled, with the soul, with love
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| That of the dark virgin, of her country, and of her God
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| (I'm wearing a silk tie, it's tangled around his neck,
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| With the sacred colors, of my tricolor ensign)
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| Luna singing guitar, to sing to the one she adores,
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| This charro in love, Mexican by nation
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| I am the, Mexican Charro, noble, brave and loyal,
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| Of his flight from him, always brother,
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| I am the charro that is filled, with the soul, with love
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| That of the dark virgin, of her country, and of her God
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| I drink tequila in my mug, so that it tastes like clay,
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| And in the heat of my serape, I shelter an illusion
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| It is my writing word, and bravery is my motto
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| I am from my land the one who keeps, the tradition and the honor
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| I am the, Mexican Charro, noble, brave and loyal,
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| Of his flight from him, always brother,
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| I am the charro that is filled, with the soul, with love
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| The one of the brown virgin, of his country of him, and of his God |