Juan Charasciado

I'm going to sing you a very famous corrido
What happened there at the flower farm
The sad story of a rancher in love
He was a drunk, a party-goer and a gambler

His name was Juan and he was nicknamed charrasqueado
He was brave and risky in love
The most beautiful women were taken
There was not a single flower left in those fields

One Sunday he was getting drunk
They ran to the bar to notify him
Take care Juan, they are already looking for you
There are many men, they are not going to kill you

He didn't have time to mount his horse
Gun in hand they attacked him in droves
I'm drunk, he shouted at them, and I'm a good rooster
When a bullet pierced his heart

The cornfield grew with the rain in the pasture
And the doves fly to the rocky ground
Beautiful bulls are brought to the coliadero today
What a fine horse the foreman is riding

The bells of the sanctuary are already ringing
All the faithful go to pray
And down the hill the ranchers are coming down
A dead man is being taken to be buried

In a very humble hut a child cries
And the women advise him and leave
But his mother comforts him with affection
Looking at the sky she cries and prays for her Juan

Here I finish singing this corrido
From Juan the rancher, a charrasqueado and a mocker
That he believed that women were spoiled
He was a drunk, a party-goer and a gambler