El Corrido Del Medico

Brave men
Deserve ballads
Just like in Sinaloa
Decisive men are born
From the state of Sonora
I come to sing to a friend

There are many enemies
Who have tried to put him to rest
But those who tried
Are no longer here to tell the tale
Maybe it's the prayers
That his mother has prayed

Races and roosters
Have always been his passion
Always with a band and a norteño
They play for the man
Play me 'El Culichi'
Remembering 'El Pitayon'

The buddy is well-known
Throughout all of Mexico
'El Güero' to his family
'El Médico' around
For anyone who dares
He will always be the wild boar

He has his brother, 'El Brujo'
The youngest and most daring
For being a complete man
He always carries him by his side
They take care of him and respect him
The devil and the soldier

Beautiful date, May tenth
He remembers it with sadness
He remembers 'Manuelito'
From those past times
To his dear mother he says
Don't think I have forgotten

The girls are pretty
The guns are beauties
It's a dark-skinned beauty
Who watches over and rocks him
Whenever he's in trouble
He reaches for his waist

With this, I bid farewell
Beautiful state of Sonora
I say goodbye to my buddies
Having some bacanora with them
As a memory to Santana
Pure pulling race.