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Give me a proof I said to the old man who claimed
A noble face and a bent figure
The discussion was that he said he was my father
He swore on the pages of a Bible
Since my mother's death, I have lived alone
She told me that my father had died when I was a child
She hid it from me because I am a prisoner
And south of the valley they call me the killer.

Maybe you know those lands of El Saucito
A green valley where I planted maguey plants
A landowner and a duo who is a lawyer
They took them from me for not knowing the laws
I got angry and couldn't contain myself
I killed the two and the judge who had been bribed
And since then I have lived
And south of the valley they call me the killer.

(And here's a greeting to my cousin
Jorge and all the folks from Pinzapopla, Morelos
And give them a musical embrace)

Rest in peace, father, I will fight for your lands
But he opposed with an exasperated shout
You will study and with the laws in hand
You will return them to me when you become a lawyer
Today I return with his dream fulfilled
Only a cross I find from the maguey plants
And let's see who says these lands are not mine
When I planted them under the protection of the laws.

They defend all their rights without faltering
Under the protection of the great constitution
And it is necessary to plow the furrows
It is a way to fight for the nation.