Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Juan Charrasquero, artist - Jorge Negrete. Date of issue: 05.02.2013
Song language: Spanish
Juan Charrasquero(original) |
| «…Ya llego juan charrasqueado… |
| Encierren las viejas porque me las llevo» |
| Voy a cantarles un corrido muy mentado |
| Lo que ha pasado alla en la hacienda de la flor |
| La triste historia de un ranchero enamorado |
| Que fue borracho parrandero y jugador |
| Juan se llamaba y lo apodaban charrasqueado |
| Era valiente y arriesgado en el amor |
| A las mujeres mas bonitas se llevaba |
| Que aquellos campos no quedaba ni una flor |
| Un dia domingo que se andaba emborrachando |
| A la cantina le corrieron a avisar |
| «Cuidate juan que ya por ahi te andan buscando |
| Son muchos hombres no te vallan a matar» |
| No tuvo tiempo de montar en su caballo |
| Pistola en mano se le hecharon de a monton |
| Y les gritaba estoy borracho y soy buen gallo |
| Cuando una bala atraveso su corazon |
| «Y ando en busca de una prieta, porque prietas |
| Hasta las mulas.!» |
| Crecio la milpa con la lluvia en el potrero |
| Y las palomas van volando al pedregal |
| Bonitos toros llevan hoy al matadero |
| Que buen caballo va montando el caporal |
| Ya las campanas del santuario estan doblando |
| Todos los fieles se dirigen a resar |
| Y por la sierra los rancheros van bajando |
| A un hombre muerto que lo llevan a enterrar |
| En una choza muy humilde llora un niño |
| Las mujeres le aconsejan y se van |
| Mientras su madre lo consuela con cariños |
| Mirando al cielo llora y reza por su juan |
| Aqui termino de cantar este corrido |
| De juan ranchero charrasqueado y burlador |
| Que se creyo de las mujeres consentido |
| Y fue borracho parrandero y jugador |
| (translation) |
| «…Juan arrived charrasqueado… |
| Lock up the old ones because I'm taking them away» |
| I'm going to sing you a well-known corrido |
| What happened there at the hacienda de la flor |
| The sad story of a rancher in love |
| That he was a drunk party boy and a player |
| Juan was called and they nicknamed him charrasqueado |
| He was brave and risky in love |
| He took the most beautiful women |
| That those fields didn't have a single flower left |
| One Sunday that he was getting drunk |
| They ran to tell the canteen |
| «Take care, Juan, they are already looking for you out there |
| There are many men do not go to kill you » |
| He didn't have time to ride his horse |
| Gun in hand they made him a lot |
| And I yelled at them I'm drunk and I'm a good rooster |
| When a bullet went through his heart |
| «And I'm looking for a prieta, because prietas |
| Even the mules.!” |
| The milpa grew with the rain in the paddock |
| And the pigeons fly to the stony ground |
| Beautiful bulls take today to the slaughterhouse |
| What a good horse the caporal is riding |
| Already the sanctuary bells are ringing |
| All the faithful go to pray |
| And through the mountains the ranchers go down |
| A dead man being taken to be buried |
| In a very humble hut a child cries |
| The women advise him and leave |
| While his mother comforts him with affection |
| Looking at the sky he cries and prays for his Juan |
| Here I finish singing this corrido |
| From juan ranchero charrasqueado and mocker |
| That he believed of women consented |
| And he was a party drunk and a player |