El Sinaloense (part. Banda El Recodo de Cruz Lizarraga)

Lola, the other day she gave me palm mezcal
And I sang and danced with the band
And it stirred my very soul

Oh, beautiful Rosario

I come from Navolato
They say I was born in the oak
They call me a muleteer
'Cause I whistle and it stops
If I throw my hat
They'll see how it fixes up

Oh, oh, oh, mama, for God's sake
For God's sake, I'm so drunk
Let the drum follow me
Play me that quelite
Then the lost child
And finally the little bull
So they can see how I jump
Oh, oh, oh, mama, for God's sake

They say I'm in love
But I got nothing of the sort
They also call me the black guy
The black guy but with luck
And even if a rooster comes out
I won't back down from death

Oh, oh, oh, mama, for God's sake
For God's sake, I'm so drunk
Let the drum follow me
Play me that quelite
Then the lost child
And finally the little bull
So they can see how I jump
Oh, oh, oh, mama, for God's sake

I'm from the heart of Sinaloa
Where the waves break
And I'm looking for one who's alone
And doesn't have a husband
So I won't be tied down
When the ball rolls in

Oh, oh, oh, mama, for God's sake
For God's sake, I'm so drunk
Let the drum follow me
Play me that quelite
Then the lost child
And finally the little bull
So they can see how I jump
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh