Lyrics of Juan Charrasqueado - Revolver

Juan Charrasqueado (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 charrasqueado has arrived…
Lock up the old ones because I'm taking them»
I'm going to sing you a very mentioned corrido
What has happened there in the hacienda de la flor
The sad story of a rancher in love
That he was a drunkard partygoer and 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 did not remain a single flower
One Sunday he was getting drunk
They ran to the canteen to warn
«Take care, Juan, they are already looking for you out there
There are many men, they do not go to kill you »
He didn't have time to mount his horse
Pistol in hand, they fired at him in abundance
And he 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 dark woman, because dark
Even the mules!»
The cornfield grew with the rain in the pasture
And the doves fly to the stony ground
Beautiful bulls take to the slaughterhouse today
What a good horse the foreman is riding
Already the bells of the sanctuary are tolling
All the faithful go to pray
And through the mountains the ranchers are going down
To a dead man being taken to bury
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
What was believed of spoiled women
And he was a drunkard partygoer and player