I'm going to sing a well-told run
What has happened there in the planting of the flower
The sad story of a rancher in love
Who was a drunkard and player
Juan was called and nicknamed him charrasqueado
He was brave and risky in love
The prettiest girls were wearing
In those fields there was not even a flower
One day Sunday he was getting drunk
The canteen ran to warn
Take care Juan, because they're looking for you there
Many men are not going to kill you
He did not have time to ride his horse
Pistol in hand was thrown from a pile
I'm drunk I was yelling at them _____
When a bullet pierced his heart
The milpa grew with the rain in the paddock
And the pigeons go flying to the scree
Beautiful bulls lead today to the slaughterhouse
That good horse is riding the caporal
Already the sanctuary bells are bending
All the faithful go to pray
And on the hill the ranchers go down
To a dead man that they take him to bury
In a very humble hut a child cries
And women are advised and leave
Only his mother consoles him with affection
Looking at the sky he cries and prays for his John
Here I finish singing this corrido
From Juan ranchero, charrasqueado and mockery
That was believed of women spoiled
And he was drunk, parrandero and player
Only among all we can make this a better place :)