Chema Arroyo

Sunday, May 20, 73
They killed Chema Arroyo, rich and young at the same time, with pleasure for the horse and for the weapons as well
His gun in his waist and enough money, he laughed at fortune, he was a friend of the government, in love and his birth
Taretaro was a warrior
There was a dance there in the wolves, where their rival was
He did what we all do, then he started drinking, what was done and done and there was no way with it
A foreman died
In bursts he fired his m2 rifle, against whom he hit and may God forgive him
Chema Arroyo died but he also answered
It was a plane to the mountains
But they couldn't reach it anymore
They took him down the ground in a carrying bag, oh bury him in his land with 2
Music playing
And since he had arranged for his horse to dance when he died, there was a lot of ballasera, dark jet, they sang, his friends remember it
They fulfilled his wishes
Thanks to your dads
Friendships of money, also his little brothers a band and a Norteño playing the drunk