El Grano de Oro
Banda El Clin
The Golden Grain
In the year of seventy-three
The golden grain ran
And beat the sorrel
Left him three bodies behind
On the second of June, gentlemen
The date was set
The day it was celebrated
That race was beloved
Here comes the little golden one
Said Ramon Fijeroa
I bring ten thousand pesos here
The rest that I have left over
Jose Lopez replied
Ramon, don't be so confident
With this you will pay
The ten that you have won
Around two in the afternoon
The horses took off
The sorrel's rider yelled
Don't stay behind, my horse
The one who ran the golden grain
Was a brave young man
Without a whip, he flew out
To the astonishment of the people
When the race started
The people from Chihuahua shouted
We bet on the golden grain
No matter the cost
They arrived with the money
To deliver the bets
In favor of the golden grain
From Tabasco, Zacatecas
