El Arbol de La Horca
Los Sementales De Nuevo Leon
The Gallows Tree
The wind
Swung it
Oh
What memories
So dark
It was the body
Of my father
Who had
A rope
Around his neck
They had
Hanged him
On Sunday
From the branches
Of that
Cedar
I was barely
10 years old
I let out
My childhood cry
The dog
Had been shot
I knew
From his howls
But he dragged
A spur
That belonged
to the killers
Mr. Judge
It belongs to you
Or maybe
You've already
Forgotten
I am
Jesus
Maldonado
Son
Of the one
Who was hanged
You can imagine
The reasons
Why I seek him
After
All the laws
Won't be able
to save him
His children
Are not
Guilty
But that
Is irrelevant
If you
don't arrive
By 12
You may
Not see them
Again
In the pass
Of the Coyote
Go
Well prepared
If you
Don't want
A fight
I'll drag you
On my horse
From the branches
Of that
Cedar
I will
Leave you
Hanged
Death
Rode
The facts
Were witnessed
In the pass
Of the Coyote
This case
Happened
There
Jesus
Maldonado
Hung
A judge
Of letters
