Juan Charrasqueado

I'm going to sing a very famous corrido
About what happened there at the hacienda de la flor
The sad story of a rancher in love
Who was a drunkard, reveler, and gambler

His name was Juan and they called him charrasqueado
He was brave and daring in love
He would take the most beautiful women
Not a flower was left in those fields

One Sunday while he was getting drunk
They ran to the cantina to warn him
Be careful, Juan, they're looking for you around there
There are many men, they might kill you

He didn't have time to mount his horse
With a gun in hand, they came at him in a group
I'm drunk, he shouted at them, and I'm a good rooster
When a bullet pierced his heart

The cornfield grew with the rain in the pasture
And the doves fly to the rocky ground
Beautiful bulls are taken to the slaughterhouse today
The foreman rides a good horse

The bells of the sanctuary are tolling
All the faithful are heading to pray
And down the hill the ranchers are coming
To bury a dead man they carry

In a very humble hut, a child cries
And the women console each other and leave
Only his mother remembers him with affection
Looking at the sky, she cries and prays for her Juan

Here I finish singing this corrido
About Juan the rancher, charrasqueado, and joker
Who thought he was favored by women
Who was a drunkard, reveler, and gambler