El Corrido Del Patron
El Komander
The Ballad of the Boss
Enjoying a good wine
And preferably the boss
Cheerful and carefree, the
Band plays in his honor
Surrounded by his family
Jorge Reygosa, the man.
The Sierra Madre of Sinaloa
Chihuahua and also Durango
Gave him skills to know
His work, he learned to use the
Weapons, a rifle taught him.
Like everything that rises from
Below, he started slow and without
Making noise, he secured his life
I said it back in California
And in San Vicente, he was born.
He's a powerful dude, the one
He has to protect himself, and even
Though he has no enemies, there’s
Always someone trying to cross him, but
They’ve messed up, he showed them.
State of Nayarit, my land
Is unmatched, the breeze
Over an oak, the purity of
Your air, the green color that
Abounds, I have it present.
To the south is my land
To the north is my home
In the east are my kids
I’ll never forget them
And in the lands of Sonora
You’ll often see me stroll.
