Corrido de Los Pérez
La Adictiva
Ballad of the Pérez Family
In nineteen eleven
Let me explain it right
They killed two brothers
And a cousin in the fight
On a Thursday, April twentieth
Around three in the afternoon
Don Mariano Pérez died
At the hands of a cowardly goon
And it was Don Nico de Luna
Who lit the fuse that day
When the shooting started
He was the first to run away
Such tragic races
Those races on the hill
They lost their lives and horses
And their money, what a thrill
Isidro Pérez said
They hit us real low
If they had come straight at us
It would’ve been a different show
Another rooster would sing
Mariano Pérez would say
Firm in his convictions
I’ll die standing my way
I’m no spawn of cowards
Isidro fell to the south
Jesus went to the north
Mariano headed east
Like forming a cross, of course
Fly, fly, little dove
Fly, my dear pigeon
Tell the father of the Pérez
That here his life has ended.
