LA 701 (feat. Luis R Conriquez)

Really, how much Joaquín is missed
And although he's not here, the legacy stands strong
Children, I couldn't say goodbye
But from here, I send you a hug

I didn't see this coming, but here I am
And now where do I go
But life is like this, I want to tell you
To be careful

Badiraguato, the mountains where he grew up
In his ranch, La Tuna
Paths among trails, he had his caves
Made to his stature

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

When the old man partied
Always armed, the 701
Good rhythm for dancing
He danced well with a blonde
Plenty of security all around
Relaxed and confident
Under the command of Cholo Iván
Pure ex-military, more armored than a wall

Happy and in love, in several ranches
He left several seeds
The eldest is Archivaldo, alongside his brother
And those from Jesús María

One or two more out there without mentioning
But they are still family
Edgar will take care of them
I will pray for them and send a hug up above

Great friendships and for wars
Very few reached me
Compadres everywhere
But, in my absence, one changed sides

A federal agent was enough
To have me locked up here
For not wanting to settle, my Cholo Iván
You would have shot him

With this, I say goodbye to my friends
To my ranch and my mother
Play beautiful corridos, those old ones
Like the one from my compadre