El Sinaloense
Banda El Recodo De Cruz Lizárraga
The Sinaloan
From Navolato they say I was born in El Roble,
they say I'm a cowboy because I whistle and it stops.
and if I throw my hat at them, they'll see how it fixes,
Ay Ay Ay Mama for god.
God, how drunk I come, let the tambora follow me,
let them play the quelite for me,
then the lost child, and finally the little bull
so they can see how I jump Ay Ay Ay Mama for god.
They call me the troubled one but I have nothing of that
they also call me the black one, little black one but lucky
and inside a rooster comes out of me, I don't back down from death
Ay Ay Ay Mama for god.
God, how drunk I come, let the tambora follow me,
let them play the quelite for me,
then the lost child, and finally the little bull
so they can see how I jump Ay Ay Ay Mama for god.
I'm from the pure Sinaloa, where the waves break
I like one who walks alone and doesn't have a husband
so as not to be committed, when the ball drops
Ay Ay Ay Mama for god.
God, how drunk I come, let the tambora follow me,
let them play the quelite for me,
then the lost child, and finally the little bull
so they can see how I jump Ay Ay Ay.
Ay Ay Ay
