Mi Ultimo Contrabando

Do you know what?

I want when I die for you to listen
This is my wish and too bad, my Latin coffin
Me well dressed and with my gold jewelry
My right hand a goat horn and in the
Other a kilo of powder.

My good Texan ostrich boots and my
Embroidered belt a good alipuz and deer
Vest so that Saint Peter tells
Saint John here comes a heavy bull it will be my
Last journey and I don't want to do it in vain
I want to be buried with my last smuggling if God doesn't accept me like this, well let's see if the devil accepts me...

Don't get it wrong, buddy...

I want at my wake only my friends
Those who are in this business, serving taquiyos
And offer them all powder to play
Cards also fine roosters like the
Real bulls do.

I'm going to leave all expenses paid at my funeral...

It's more than a band plays, man...

And a good group when I'm already peeling
Let the corrido of my last
Smuggling be heard very loud.

Adorn my whole tomb with gum and marijuana branches
And I want if possible to bury me with my truck
Just so they see that the earth didn't swallow just anything...

Very good song by Beto Quintanilla... remembering with honor his death...