Juan de La Fuente
San francisco se llama el poblado,
Mi corrido es de allá exactamente,
A mediados de abril se mataron,
Luis hernández y juan de la fuente
Luis se andaba raptando a susana
La mujer más bonita del pueblo,
Ella solo a su juan adoraba,
Sin querer fue la causa del duelo
Juan llego para ver a su amada,
En aquellos precisos momentos,
Reclamo a luis la vil canallada
Diez minutos después era muerto
Se agarraron del cuello uno al otro,
Se abrazaron, cayeron al suelo,
En aquel callejos pedregoso,
Se clavaron las dagas de acero
Juan traía su pistola fajada
Su cuchillo de acero y navaja
Como luis no traía más que daga,
Juan no quiso pelear con ventaja
De recuerdo hay dos cruces de encino,
Y una novia bonita que llora,
San francisco volvió a ser testigo,
De un amante con muchas historias
Juan de La Fuente
The town is called San Francisco,
My ballad is exactly from there,
In mid-April they were killed,
Luis Hernández and Juan de la Fuente
Luis was kidnapping Susana,
The most beautiful woman in town,
She only adored her Juan,
Unintentionally she was the cause of the duel
Juan arrived to see his beloved,
At those precise moments,
He accused Luis of the vile act
Ten minutes later he was dead
They grabbed each other by the neck,
They hugged, fell to the ground,
In that stony alley,
The steel daggers pierced
Juan had his gun holstered,
His steel knife and blade,
As Luis only had a dagger,
Juan didn't want to fight with an advantage
As a memory, there are two oak crosses,
And a beautiful bride who cries,
San Francisco witnessed again,
A lover with many stories
Escrita por: Ramón Ortega Contreras