Ay Amigo
La Firma
Oh Buddy
You won't believe
My buddies
I was
Poorer
Than you all
I was
A respectful
Farmer
Abiding by the laws
But the times
We live in
Playing
Fair
Is not
Possible
I used to hang out
With the rich
In my town
I planted
My sesame
On a fallow
Hill
Getting paid
Two
Thousand
I never made
Any money
Now
My crops
Are different
From before
I don't even remember
I started
Thinking
I wanted to show off
A new car
And I planted
Pure weed
On the cliff
Of the hill
Now
I'm
Very elegant
They call me
Mr. So-and-so
I have two
Or three
Lovers
And some trucks
From this year
Money
To spend
Now
I live
Drinking
And if
Things get wild
Then bills
When he
Pocketed
Two
Three bundles
Of those
With the deer
The police
And the cops
Even scratch
My hand
I want
The record label
To play
My corridos
And songs
After all
I won't
Take
The millions
Bring beer
Bartender
Because
The hill
Answers
