Los Tres Amarradores

Year of '59, I have it present
Cattle started to get lost, throughout the region
Through the mountains there were tracks of trucks and a truck

That ranch in Agiabampo was the meeting point
There operated Gaxiola and the Razcon brothers
Some to Navojoa, others to Irrigation

In nice cars they strolled by the river
Drinking cold beer and yellow mezcal
On the ribs of Siqueiros and also Pancho Castillo

Hey, Moroyoqui boy, don't be so unfortunate
Now you're going to tell me who stole my cattle
Or I'll leave you hanging from that mesquite

And the boy replied, I'll tell you the truth
The calves you're missing, Gaxiola took them
With a wire brand, Golo marked them

When the police arrived, they were racing
Alejandro Pacheco said, these are the real ones
Chicoron backed down, here comes Julian Contreras

Soto, the buddy, in jail, didn't even want to eat
When he came out to testify, he couldn't hold back
I have sold calves, but they were my wife's

And the Razcon brothers showing no interest
But under the table, they gave money to the judge
First fifty thousand, then ten thousand pesos

With this, I bid you farewell, best wishes
These verses are composed from Agiabampo to the flowers
Here ends the ballad of the three ropers