Corrido de Feliciano

Good afternoon my friend
I am looking for you
He said mockingly
That man in black
With an Italian bag
How can I help you
Feliciano replied...

Pay attention
I don't want to talk much
I come with the mission
To sow your lands
With our product
If it sounds like a threat
Then you've hit the mark...

I'm going to give you this bag
Full of money
That is more than enough
For you to leave
This dump
You better accept it
Or I'll make a mess...

Smiling Feliciano
Shook his head
He said no thank you very much
I don't sell my ranch
Nor my lands
Go back where you came from
And may God protect you...

(And this goes all the way
To the Picachos Choix Sinaloa
Where the old wind also blows)

Old man, you can't imagine
Who you're dealing with
Said the stubborn man
And with a gun
He aimed at Feliciano
If I find you tomorrow
Tomorrow I'll kill you...

Just as he said
An armed convoy arrived
There were plenty of men
As if ready to fight
In a coup
They had orders from above
To tear down the ranch...

I'll kill you later
First your family
You don't mess with me
That man was saying
And suddenly
From the mountain jumped
A group of marines...

The shootout began
It seemed like a war
In the confrontation
Several died
And this story is true
Feliciano also died
Defending his lands.