PURO CUENTO

There they go with the story, saying I left my roots
When I lived in the town, when I was at home
That the kid's all grown up, that he eats and that he talks
That he looks just like me, like I could deny it

But there he is, tough as nails, 'cause in my wanderings
I don't remember that one, the one who's got my back
One day it was in the brush, another day in the shade
That two times on a Monday swimming in the creek

Excuse me for a moment, don’t lie to my mom
Loosen up the rope, it’s tightening on me
If I look like the kid, we’re the same deal
He likes to keep it low-key and even dances carranga

He’s got my same tricks, the good ones and the bad
Let’s not beat around the bush, the kid’s my dad’s
He’s got my same tricks, the good ones and the bad
Let’s not beat around the bush, the kid’s my dad’s

There they go with the story, saying I gotta get serious
That I ended up with a father-in-law, that I gotta get married
That they’ve got me a farm, a house with a backyard
So I can start a family, and raise some livestock

But there he is, tough as nails, 'cause I haven’t touched that girl
Haven’t even laid a finger, haven’t wrapped her in my shawl
I’ve run into her, out there at any hour
But nothing more has happened, less than that joke

Excuse me for a moment, don’t lie to my mom
Loosen up the rope, it’s tightening on me
If I look like the kid, we’re the same deal
He likes to keep it low-key and even dances carranga

He’s got my same tricks, the good ones and the bad
Let’s not beat around the bush, the kid’s my dad’s
He’s got my same tricks, the good ones and the bad
Let’s not beat around the bush, the kid’s my dad’s