El Morral
En una troquita vieja
Con placas de Monterrey
Con música de cadetes
Y de Carlos y José
Un botecito en la mano
Nomás pa quitar la sed
Lo verán pasear tranquilo
De Guadalupe al Cercado
No carga falsos amigos
Ni ocupa ningún respaldo
Por su sonrisa se sabe
El morral que trae cargando
No hace falta ser famoso
Solo hay que traer con que
Para escribir unos versos
Basta lápiz y papel
Para llegarle al maestro
Tienen mucho que aprender
En la Ford 79
Allá por la nacional
Escuchando sus corridos
Se pone a reflexionar
Y recordando a su viejo
Con alegres Terán
La culebra por el suelo
Va y se arrastra por dónde ay
El hombre que es de talento
Llena solo su morral
Las carretas que más suenan
Nunca cargan ni un costal
No hace falta ser famoso
Solo hay que traer con que
Una 50 es volando
De Obregón a Monterrey
Ay los espero en el Pilos
Pardeando al atardecer
The Backpack
In an old truck
With license plates from Monterrey
With music from cadets
And from Carlos and José
A little bottle in hand
Just to quench the thirst
You will see him walking calmly
From Guadalupe to Cercado
He doesn't carry fake friends
Nor does he need any support
By his smile you can tell
The backpack he's carrying
You don't need to be famous
You just need to have what it takes
To write some verses
Just a pencil and paper is enough
To reach the teacher
They have a lot to learn
In the Ford 79
Over by the national road
Listening to his corridos
He starts to reflect
And remembering his old man
With joyful Terán
The snake on the ground
Goes and crawls wherever it goes
The man who is talented
Fills only his backpack
The wagons that make the most noise
Never carry a sack
You don't need to be famous
You just need to have what it takes
A 50 is flying
From Obregón to Monterrey
Oh, I'll wait for you at the Pilos
Partying at sunset