El Sinaloense

Lola the other day gave me palm mezcal
And I sang and danced with the band
And my soul got stirred up

I come from Navolato
They say I was born in the oak
They call me a muleteer
Because I whistle and it stops
If I blow their hat away
You'll see how they fix it

Ay, ay, ay mama for God
For God, how drunk I come
Let the drum follow me
Let them play the quelite
Then the lost child
And finally the little bull
So they can see how I jump
Ay, ay, ay, mama for God

They call me in love
But I have nothing of that
They also call me the black one
The black one but lucky
And even if a cockfight arises
I don't back down from death

Ay, ay, ay, mama for God
For God, how drunk I come
Let the drum follow me
Let them play the quelite
Then the lost child
And finally the little bull
So they can see how I jump
Ay, ay, ay, mama for God

I'm from the heart of Sinaloa
Where the waves break
And I look for one that walks alone
And doesn't have a husband
So as not to be committed
When the ball drops

Ay, ay, ay, mama for God
For God, how drunk I come
Let the drum follow me
Let them play the quelite
Then the lost child
And finally the little bull
So they can see how I jump
Ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay