El Corrido de Los Cañeros

Everything happened in a bullring
People were having fun
No one could imagine that day
Two men would die

At the festivities of my town in Colima
The mourning already covered us
They were Ramon and Jose, the sugarcane workers
Who were drinking there

For some Buchanan's they had drunk
They insulted everyone
But among those present there
One of them was more burdened

Gentlemen, I am not a man of fights
I ask you not to insult me
Not because you see me without friends
You want to show off with me

Jose and Ramon surprised by the vale
Who was in front of them
They were thinking in their heads who he was
And they were not afraid

And they exchanged words and the fuse was lit
They never knew where a gun came from
The vale they insulted shot them with 6 shots

Spoken:
The man doesn't need to be in trouble to be a man
But simply that. Man...