To sing my run, I'm going to finish my guitar
to tell the trajedia, from the ranch the memelamas
where there were dead and wounded, by a bad pass
this corrido is sung, despite the two heads
there were several cowards, who shot with ease
and the guns rang, to remember the sadness
between eight o'clock, and nine o'clock, they began to throw
I said delfino chaidez, stop to find out
the case that worries them, better go dancing
and it was the eighteenth of July, eighty-four per second
several were wounded, nothing but three dead
they gave them the dance, to be able to achieve their attempt
the balazera was released, unable to remedy
to this one that is ahead, I'm going to take it
Tino Quintero told them, I'll show them
when I tumble to rigo armenta, from all sides they threw
and his trick and eight super, the shots ran out
Since I did not have a park anymore, that's why they finished it
Gentlemen, I say goodbye, with a sincere greeting
of San Francisco ranch, and also the feeder
This is the end of the corrido, by juventino quintero
Only among all we can make this a better place :)