El Corrido Del Perro

Bring the accordion and also the bass guitar
And to get into action, a bukana of course
When he unloads the super, it's because he remembers his times

The man is of fine race even though he dresses like a rancher
With American boots and a Sinaloan hat
Many wear ties, but he hangs his horn
He rides a horse just the same as trucks and new cars

He lived in the United States until he was deported
And the cocaine and ice rained down on the states
The American government still hasn't proven
That even in hot weather, they were covered in snow

I bring the super strapped, I warn you, buddy
I greet with my right, I defend myself with my left
On the American side, they knew me as the dog
Now I live here in the mountains, harvesting the good

Let this ballad be heard throughout Sinaloa
Especially to Mocorito, its beloved mountains
From the border up, the old man made history

The years I spent in prison will never be forgotten
Because I missed my people and my Anita a little more
But jail is for men, and I will never back down
When I took down the sheriffs, I will never forget

Goodbye to all the fillies that I raised in my corral
Greetings to my friends who will never fail
A message to the gringos, don't forget
That the dog will always be in their noses and lungs