Cándido Rodríguez
Voy a cantar un corrido
al estilo de mi tierra
murió cándido Rodríguez
de aquel lado de la sierra
Un lunes por la mañana
le dijo así a sus criaturas
ya me voy pa’ copalqui
arreglar unas facturas
Cuando Rodríguez llego
Adrián andaba tomando
y eran los de ALACRANES
los que le andaban tocando
(Y ahí le va un saludo
pal compa Martín Aguilera
y no vamos hasta
Cañas Durango oiga)
Cuando lo vieron venir
lo invitaron a tomar
aqui tu tienes dinero
el que tu quieras gastar
Rodríguez les contesto
arriscándose el sombrero
pa’ pasearme en copalqui
no necesito dinero
Adrián le dice Abelardo
hombre vete previniendo
hay que matar a Rodríguez
traigo ordenes del gobierno
Mando tocar un corrido
Catarino y los rulares
cuando iban a mediapieza
comenzaron a tirarle
(Y echenle mis Alacranes Musical
y puro tamborazo alacranero oiga
y bailele y bailele primo)
Cuando Rodríguez callo
callo junto a una trinchera
le quitaron su pistola
sus parques y sus carrilleras
Gritaba el guero Rubén
grutaba con mucho esmero
ya murio el toro puntal
vengan a quitarle el cuero
Por el filo de la sierra
los pinos se oyen llorar
de ver a Rodríguez muerto
que lo llevan a enterrar
Cándido Rodríguez
I'm going to sing a corrido
in the style of my land
Cándido Rodríguez died
on the other side of the sierra
One Monday morning
he said to his creatures
I'm going to Copalqui
to settle some bills
When Rodríguez arrived
Adrián was drinking
and it was the ALACRANES
who were bothering him
(And here's a greeting
to our friend Martín Aguilera
and we won't stop until
Cañas Durango, listen)
When they saw him coming
they invited him to drink
here you have money
spend as much as you want
Rodríguez replied
tipping his hat
I don't need money
to walk around Copalqui
Adrián tells Abelardo
man, get ready
we have to kill Rodríguez
I have government orders
He ordered a corrido to be played
Catarino and the rurales
when they were halfway through
they started shooting at him
(And here comes my Alacranes Musical
and pure Alacranes drumming, listen
and dance and dance, cousin)
When Rodríguez fell
he fell next to a trench
they took his gun
his bullets and his cartridge belts
Blond Rubén shouted
he shouted with great zeal
the main bull has died
come and skin him
On the edge of the sierra
the pines are heard crying
seeing Rodríguez dead
being taken to be buried