There was a party in the mountains
the machine guns thundered
there was parakeet and liquor
very comfortable they passed it
with a horn between his
hands the chief watched them
the celebration is for its people
For your trusted men
the k play life
to take care of his back
they also deserve
sticking a unhooked
with a wash box
and bottles of tekila, also beer
and cheerful buchanas of amusement
the boss to see the relaxation
A smile had!
few patterns like
who knows how to grange his people
He comes from a humble birth
and that takes him in his mind
native of Sinaloa
cradle of brave cigars
that's why everyone estimates it
they respect him and admire him
and without thinking twice
for the life is played
and how good is Mr.
even the government takes care of it
he is short of stature
pa k I tell them last names
as a fine person
the man is recognized
that's why I'm happy
I sing his run
Only among all we can make this a better place :)