El carreton del Bronco
Ensille a mi potro bronco
en mi viejo carreton
y cargue con mi tambora
lo unico que tengo yo
invite a mi amigo lupe
con su bajo y con su voz
y nos fuimos por el monte
entonando esta cancion
corre que corre mi caballito
trota que trota sin descansar
va recoriendo la veredita
que a alguna parte nos va a llevar
corre que corre mi caballito
trota que trota sin descansar
va mi potrillo jalando alegre
que a alguna parte nos va a llevar
caminando por el monte
en mi viejo carreton
encontramos a javier
con guitarra y bigoton
le pedimos que trepara
en el viejo carreton
y seguimos el camino
entonando esta cancion
corre que corre mi caballito
trota que trota sin descansar
va recoriendo la veredita
que a alguna parte nos va a llevar
corre que corre mi caballito
trota que trota sin descansar
va mi potrillo jalando alegre
que a alguna parte nos va a llevar
al otro lado del monte
se escuchaba un acordeon
es ramiro que tocaba
y al mirarnos se acerco
le dijimos que se uniera
aqui al viejo carreton
y seguimos el camino
entonando esta cancion
corre que corre mi caballito
trota que trota sin descansar
va recoriendo la veredita
que a alguna parte nos va a llevar
corre que corre mi caballito
trota que trota sin descansar
va mi potrillo jalando alegre
que a alguna parte nos va a llevar
Bronco's Cart
I saddled my wild colt
in my old cart
and loaded my drum
the only thing I have
I invited my friend Lupe
with his bass and his voice
and we went through the woods
singing this song
go on, go on my little horse
trot, trot without rest
it's going through the little path
that will take us somewhere
go on, go on my little horse
trot, trot without rest
my colt happily pulling
that will take us somewhere
walking through the woods
in my old cart
we met Javier
with a guitar and a mustache
we asked him to climb
into the old cart
and we continued the road
singing this song
go on, go on my little horse
trot, trot without rest
it's going through the little path
that will take us somewhere
go on, go on my little horse
trot, trot without rest
my colt happily pulling
that will take us somewhere
on the other side of the mountain
an accordion could be heard
it was Ramiro playing
and when he saw us, he approached
we told him to join us
here in the old cart
and we continued the road
singing this song
go on, go on my little horse
trot, trot without rest
it's going through the little path
that will take us somewhere
go on, go on my little horse
trot, trot without rest
my colt happily pulling
that will take us somewhere