El Sinaloense
Luis Aguilar
The Sinaloan
From Nabolato I come
they say I was born in El Roble
they call me a cowboy
because I whistle and he stops
if I throw my hat at them
they'll see how they fix it.
Oh, oh, oh
oh mama for God
God, I come drunk
let the tambora follow me
let them play 'El Quelite'
then 'El Niño Perdido'
and finally 'El Torito'
so they can see how I party.
Oh, oh, oh
mama for God.
They call me in love
but I have nothing of that,
all call me The Black,
a black but lucky
because if a rooster jumps at me
I don't back down from death.
Oh, oh, oh
mama for God.
God, I come drunk,
let the tambora follow me,
let them play 'El Quelite'
then 'El Niño Perdido'
and finally 'El Torito'
so they can see how I party.
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh.
