Corrido del Dr. Fonseca

The northern winds were blowing, from the direction of Sinaloa
Don Antonio Fonseca, his time was drawing near,
Also on the list, a sister and his dear wife.

The doctor told his wife, I want to take you out to dine,
We’re newlyweds, let’s enjoy life while we can,
They didn’t know that from that dinner, they wouldn’t come back.

He argued with a waiter, who called in the cops,
That’s what I don’t get, a crowd showed up,
Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was an execution.

His wife Dorita cried out, don’t shoot, there are ladies here,
That pleading voice went silent, drowned out by the gunfire,
In just a few seconds, her sister would follow her.

The doctor told "El Pollo", you need to use the firepower,
Can’t you see we’re surrounded? We’ve got to stand our ground,
"El Pollo" didn’t react, and the bullets took him down.

Close to 300 rounds, his car was armored tight,
But none got through, it was a guaranteed fight,
But when he went out for his wife, the bullets tore him apart.

Back in July, they had killed his brother,
He took out two cops, they surely wanted revenge,
His gun jammed up, and that’s how they got him.

They said they were bandits, that’s why they finished him off,
They stole his jewels, and American cash,
The money doesn’t matter, because they’ll keep coming strong.