Las Mulas De Garame

I give you my saddle
If you lend me your horse
Let's see if they put
Or if they need a rooster

For spinning tops are the strings
For birds are the heights
Don't fall in love with money
Because you buy bitterness

Oh buddy, I come wounded
Don't ask me to accompany you
My horse doesn't make the rounds
With the mules of Garame

Prepare my saddlebags
And saddle my horse
Because I'm going to Santiago
I'm going to dance with Chayo

By the river of Tepehuanes
I started fishing catfish
But they were scared off
By my buddy's mule

Oh buddy, I come wounded
Don't ask me to accompany you
My horse doesn't make the rounds
With the mules of Garame

Oh buddy, I come wounded
Don't ask me to accompany you
My horse doesn't make the rounds
With the mules of Garame