La 701

Seriously, how we need Joaquín
And although it is not here, the legacy is firm
Children, I couldn't say goodbye anymore
But from here I send you a hug

I didn't see this one coming, but I'm already here
And now where do I go?
But life is like that, I tell you
Let them be careful

Badiraguato, the mountain range where I grew up
At his ranch, La Tuna
Paths between paths, had their caves
You blame his height

Puente Grande was the place
How to forget that famous escape
And several years ago, for wanting to kill him
They took a priest

When the old man had a party
The 701 is always in trouble
Good rhythm for dancing
Good step with blonde hair
Pretty security throughout the place
Relaxed and safe
Under the command of Cholo Iván
Pure ex-military, more armored than a wall

Happy and in love, for several ranches
left several seeds
The oldest is Archivaldo, along with his brother
And those of Jesus Mary

One or another more out there without mentioning
But they are still family
Edgar is going to take care of them for me
I have to pray to him and give him a hug

Friendships of greatness and for wars
Very few reached me
Compadres wherever you want
But, in my absence, one changes sides

One federal agent was enough
To be locked up here
For not wanting to fix, my Cholo Iván
you would have shot him

With this, I say goodbye to my friends
From my ranch and my mother
Play beautiful corridos, one of those old ones
Like the M Grande