Corrido de Juan Armenta

I'm gonna sing a ballad for everyone here
That I wrote for Juan Armenta out in the plains
He was a gunslinger, known for his bravery
But with one bullet, his half-brother took him down
He stirred up and rushed that whole incident
To rid himself of a heartbreak he couldn't bear

Juan wanted to make his sister-in-law his love
'Cause he thought that lady wanted him too
But she only treated him with respect
'Cause she loved her husband and held him true
And without thinking of the consequences
In a fit of madness, he tried to take her away

They had arrived at the abandoned cabin
She wore a dress all torn to shreds
A woman born to be honorable
Isn't afraid of knives or bullets instead
She yelled at her brother-in-law, loud and clear
"I'd rather be dead than fall into your arms"

Juan was a man used to the fight
From the Armentas, just a bastard son
He planned his death to stop being a scoundrel
Realizing his actions were villainous and wrong
He emptied the revolver, tossed all the rounds
And waited there for his brother to come along

Suddenly, the wronged one arrives at the cabin
Juan pulls the gun, sparking the brawl
Then a single shot rings out in the silence
And a body falls to reunite with the ground
And here I end this ballad that I sing
As I carry it through prairies and mountains