Mi Amigo El Tordillo

I met him as a colt
Galloping in the meadow
I met him as a colt
Galloping in the meadow

And I named him The Gray Colt, Gray Colt
Because his hair was like that, truly
And I raised him from a young age
Just for the trenches

When I saw it was time
I bought him a good saddle
When I saw it was time
I bought him a good saddle

My 30-30 rifle and pistol
And my Gray Colt said, said
The trouble is coming
And we're going with Pancho Villa

My Colt was understanding
And I wouldn't trade him for anything
My Colt was understanding
And I wouldn't trade him for anything

When we felt lost, lost
By Obregón in Celaya, in Celaya
I just let out a neigh
And we went to Chihuahua

He proved to be a friend
Near Torreón, Coahuila
He proved to be a friend
Near Torreón, Coahuila

Despite being badly wounded, The Gray Colt
Took me to the Cerranía right away
Getting me out of danger
But giving his life for mine

Time has passed
Nothing remains of The Gray Colt
Time has passed
Nothing remains of The Gray Colt

I sigh at his nobility, I sigh
Remembering how he was and who he was
It's as if I see him
Galloping through the meadow