At the ranch I relax and very comfortable I spend with my people
covered by the mountains I like to raise my arms suddenly
With the song of the cocks I realize that dawns
with the rains also the streams grow
I like to listen to birds as long as they are not green
those are not welcome,
and tumbo if offered
We go from one ranch to another of course I go with all my command
crossing those lands by the skirts of the hills and ravines
you can see a paradise you breathe air of field
I analyze the landscapes where I walk
from very close I see the clouds as they go sliding
if you have to leave the fire
although it is always cloudy
To the slope I take it gunslingers and pointers never fail
they are reported by the radios
they are fulanos and these are their coordinates
many keys of the language of the mafia are used
it is required to control a square
that they touch me a run of those that more ami happen to me
I want to hear the friend's
I'm going to pull my squad
With the lights off I move with my plebada if there are problems
if they cover my entrances I have an ace up my sleeve and several gaps
they threaten to enter but in reality they think
they are worried about what they will say if they do not return
they only look at the tracks that go to the mountains
here it is private property,
they say and they turn around
I leave this corrido and I have one foot in the stirrup of the troca
a greeting to my friends I'm still next to the danger so it's the thing
a ranch is already on the map as my company said
forward what talent is what is left over
I thank my plebeian who takes care of me and who escorts me
my key is very respected
I bring it up in my gun
(private property)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)