José López

He left Montemorelos
To the town of Linares
He was going to Hacienda del Carmen
To see his relatives

At the café where they arrived
They were treated as bandits
Tell the employees
That they are unknown

The police were arriving
Calling for surrender
I don't surrender to anyone
I'm from Carmen, Nuevo León

Mr. Pedro Ledesma
Couldn't even think
Couldn't decide whether to pursue them
Or go back to warn

They engaged in a shootout
As you already know
Leaving López wounded
And the commander as well

His poor mother cried
Cried with great sorrow
That of brave men
Tragedy will remain

Fly, little dove, fly
Fly along the way
José López has already died
A rival of the police