Corrido Del Caballo Blanco
Este es el corrido del caballo blanco
Que en un día domingo feliz arrancara
Iba con la mira de llegar al norte
Habiendo salido de Guadalajara
Su noble jinete le quito la rienda, le quito la silla
Y se fue a puro pelo
Cruzo como rayo tierras nayaritas
Entre cerros verdes y lo azul del cielo
A paso más lento llego hasta Escuinapa
Y por Culiacán ya se andaba quedando
Cuentan que en Los Mochis ya se iba cayendo
Que llevaba todo el hocico sangrando
Pero lo miraron pasar por Sonora
Y el valle del yaqui le dio su ternura
Cuenta que cojeaba de la pata izquierda
Y a pesar de todo siguió su aventura
Llegó hasta Hermosillo, siguió pa' Caborca
Y por Mexicali sintió que moría
Subió paso a paso por La Rumorosa
Llegando a Tijuana con la luz del día
Cumplida su hazaña llego a Rosarito
Y no quiso echarse hasta ver Ensenada
Este fue el corrido del caballo blanco que salió
Un domingo de Guadalajara
Ballad of the White Horse
This is the ballad of the white horse
That on a happy Sunday took off
With the aim of reaching the north
Having left Guadalajara
His noble rider took off the reins, took off the saddle
And rode bareback
He crossed like lightning through Nayarit lands
Between green hills and the blue sky
At a slower pace, he reached Escuinapa
And by Culiacán, he was starting to tire
They say that in Los Mochis, he was stumbling
With his whole snout bleeding
But they saw him pass through Sonora
And the Yaqui Valley gave him its warmth
They say he was limping on his left leg
And despite everything, he continued his journey
He made it to Hermosillo, kept going to Caborca
And by Mexicali, he felt he was dying
Step by step he climbed La Rumorosa
Arriving in Tijuana with the light of day
Having accomplished his feat, he reached Rosarito
And he didn’t want to rest until he saw Ensenada
This was the ballad of the white horse that set out
On a Sunday from Guadalajara
Escrita por: José Alfredo Jiménez