Caballo Jovero
Señores voy a cantarles un corrido verdadero
Es la historia de un caballo que se llamaba el jovero
Los dos amigos lo hicieron un caballo de batalla
Cuando robaban los trenes el jovero relinchava
En su lomo el cargaba mucho valor en dinero
Del que robaba martin y su amigo jose el gûero
Los soldados al jovero una trade lo mataron
Cuando escapaba jose de una carcel de durango
Adios pueblo de durango y tambien buenasevi
Se quedo solo el oscuro ya se va pa martini
Ya con esta y me despido es muy triste recordar
El jovero ya murio ya no lo iran a enmentar
Sorrel Horse
Gentlemen, I'm going to sing you a true corrido
It's the story of a horse named the sorrel
The two friends made him a warhorse
When they robbed the trains, the sorrel would neigh
On his back, he carried a lot of value in money
From the one who robbed, Martin, and his friend, Jose the blond
The soldiers killed the sorrel one afternoon
When Jose was escaping from a prison in Durango
Goodbye town of Durango and also Buenasevi
The dark one stayed alone, now he's going to Martini
With this, I bid you farewell, it's very sad to remember
The sorrel has died, they won't mourn him anymore
Escrita por: Homero Guerrero, Jr. / Lupe Tijerina