Caballo Jovero
Los Cadetes de Linares
Sorrel Horse
Gentlemen, I'm going to sing you a true corrido
It's the story of a horse named the sorrel
The two friends made him a warhorse
When they robbed the trains, the sorrel would neigh
On his back, he carried a lot of value in money
From the one who robbed, Martin, and his friend, Jose the blond
The soldiers killed the sorrel one afternoon
When Jose was escaping from a prison in Durango
Goodbye town of Durango and also Buenasevi
The dark one stayed alone, now he's going to Martini
With this, I bid you farewell, it's very sad to remember
The sorrel has died, they won't mourn him anymore
