El Corrido de Juan Martha
Decian que cargaba un
Diablo, mentiras, no traía nada
Lo que traía en su cintura era una
Pistola escuadra
Robaba y mataba gente
Porque así se divertía su cabeza
Tenía precio
15 mil pesos valía
Juan martha era aguerrido
Y temido del gobierno
Los rurales le temían
Como si fuera veneno
Su madrecita lloraba
Lloraba y se lo decía
Si tuvieran libre a mi hijo
15 mil pesos daría
Ya no llores madrecita
Ya no les ofrezcas nada
Que llegando aquel cerrito
Yo me río de la cordada
Ya no llores madrecita
Ya no me estés atormentando
Que de 100 vidas que debo
Con una la estoy pagando
Ya con esta me despido
Pero les dejo una carta para que
Sigan cantando
El corrido de Juan martha
Juan Martha's Corrido
They said he carried a
Devil, lies, I didn't bring anything
What he had on his waist was a
Gun squad
He robbed and killed people
Because that's how his head had fun
It had a price
It was worth 15 thousand pesos
Juan Martha was brave
And feared of the government
The rural people feared him
As if it were poison
His little mother was crying
I cried and told him
If they had my son free
15 thousand pesos would give
Don't cry anymore mother
Don't offer them anything anymore
That little hill arriving
I laugh at the ropes
Don't cry anymore mother
Don't be tormenting me anymore
What of 100 lives I owe
I'm paying with one
With this I say goodbye
But I leave you a letter so that
keep singing
Juan Martha's corrido
Escrita por: D. A. R.