Chalo Araujo

I never thought this would happen
That he would take his life
Araujo was his last name
Gonzalo his first name
Known as Chalo
Many people loved him

He was a gunman for Don Emilio
The baron of Babunica
Very close to Zambada
El Chapo and many others
He was one of the most wanted
The press said so

On the street, they always saw him
Armored and in caravans
Heading to January 6th
And also to Tierra Blanca
Taking care of his lands
To defend his people

He always liked fine cattle
I mean, women
There are rumors around
That he stole many hearts
It's known of several children
He had with his loves

To my friends, I leave the task
Never forget Chalo
When you remember me
Play the band for a while
To remember the good times
Where I enjoyed myself

Los Canelos made him a corrido
About the mafia life
That's how he liked to live
Always in danger
Goodbye Rancho Babunica
And also Bamopa

Oh, here's your corrido, old man
Sitting on a cooler, listening to a corrido
Taking a sip from a chivo horn surrounded by my friends
With the verses, he remembered everything he had been in life.