Lyrics of Era Cabron El Viejo - La Arrolladora Banda el Limón

Era Cabron El Viejo (original)

Venia bajando del cerro
En su cuaco cimarron
Huyendo de aquel teniente
Al mando de un peloton
Lo que no sabian los wachos
Era que el viejo era cabron
Paulino sembraba mota
En el barranco del cerro
Pero no se imaginaba
Que alguien le pusiera dedo
Por eso los federales
Lo traian al puro pedo
Les preparo una emboscada
A la orilla del camino
Se metio dos pericasos
Tambien un trago de vino
Van a saber estos wachos quien es el viejo Paulino
Se olle el trotel de caballos
Por el canon del olivo
Paulino se la jugaba
Y siempre salia vivo
Nomas jalo el llamador
De su fiel cuerno de chivo
Nomas me falta el soplon
Para acabar de vengarme
Segun mi punto de vista
Se me hace que es mi compadre
Voy a buscarlo a su rancho
Para partirle su madre
Habra muchas despedidas
Pero como esta ninguna
Siempre fue cabron paulino
Desde que estuvo en la cuna

(translation)

Came down the hill
In his cuaco maroon
Running from that lieutenant
In command of a platoon
What the wachos did not know
It was that the old man was a bastard
Paulino planted weed
In the ravine of the hill
But he did not imagine
Somebody put a finger on it
That's why the feds
They brought him to the pure fart
I prepare an ambush
by the side of the road
He got two incidents
Also a glass of wine
These wachos are going to know who the old Paulino is
The trotel of horses is olle
By the canon of the olive tree
Paulino played it
And he always came out alive
I just pull the caller
From his faithful goat's horn
I just need the snitch
to finish taking revenge
According to my point of view
It seems to me that he is my compadre
I'm going to look for him at his ranch
To break his mother
there will be many goodbyes
But as this none
He was always Pauline bastard
Since he was in the crib