I have told a thousand stories many identify them
but in none of all have I been the protagonist
if you let me, I'll tell you mine
I do not have a joke, I say it, pal laughs
I'm going to tell you about my life
I am the charro without a mustache that his foal was clinging
the one that came out of the mountain with scratches on his face
always next to my father wherever they looked at me
If I wanted to get drunk, I was the one who uncovered them
also the one who looked after him
So time went by and we from top to bottom
Then we arrived at the town, I miss it, by the way
I kept grazing cows also work in the field
nobody tells me nothing I have calluses in my hands
they left me early
The clock went its course and little by little I was growing
Even if I bague the world, never neglect my old men
there are also hard moments sometimes we earn the time
in a fraction of a few seconds my dad went to heaven
It was a Christmas memory
Greetings to my friends a kiss for my mother
I clarify them I am the same one who went out to look for him
humility walks with me that I bring in my blood
with pride I have always said it was my father's inheritance
I think he inherited me quite
I am a lucky man I have no doubt
It is very true I have battled and that is what I like the most
I have people who appreciate me and wherever they greet me
a family awaits me and poverty does not scare me
and as long as God gives me leave
they will follow my antics.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)