El Palo Verde / El Son de Los Aguacates (pot-pourri)
Valentín Elizalde
The Green Stick / The Avocado Son (potpourri)
Madam, your green stick
It was drying up
I watered it last night
And it dawned blooming
For fear of your coyote
My goat doesn't go down to the water
Out of the fear it had
Of the son of the guava
She wants him to justify himself
Get out to the sidewalk
Let's see if he's such a tough guy
And on the way, he stays (go ahead, go ahead)
Madam, your green stick
It was drying up
I watered it last night
And it dawned blooming
For fear of your coyote
My goat doesn't go down to the water
Out of the fear it had
Of the son of the guava
She doesn't want it to dry up
Water it every day
So that it keeps giving
Little flowers of joy
She wants him to justify himself
Get out to the sidewalk
Let's see if he's such a tough guy
And on the way, he stays
It's the son, it's the son, it's the son of the avocados
Over there in the green tavern, the meyates frolic
Over there in the green tavern, the meyates frolic
From now on I tell all my buddies
I'm saving up coins
For when, for when, for when I die
Let 7 bands gather and play my rancheras
Let 7 bands gather and play my rancheras
I'm saving up coins and filling the bags
From now on I tell
All all all all my buddies
Let 7 bands gather and play my rancheras
Let 7 bands gather and play my rancheras
From now on I tell all my buddies
This is a very nice son
It's the son, it's the son, it's the son of the avocados
Over there in the green tavern, the meyates frolic
Over there in the green tavern, the meyates frolic
This is a very nice son, the son of the avocados
