Gabino Barrera
Gabino barrera no entendía razones
Andando en la borrachera
Traía su pistola con seis cargadores
Le daba gusto a cualquiera.
Usaba el bigote en cuadro abultado
Su paño al cuello enredado
Calzones de manta, chamarra de cuero
Traía punteado el sombrero.
Sus pies campesinos usaban huaraches
Y a veces a raís andaba
Pero le gustaba pagar los mariachis
La plata no le importaba.
Con una botella de caña en la mano
Gritaba ¡viva zapata!
Porque era ranchero el indio suriano
Un hijo de buena mata.
Era alto y bien dado muy ancho de espaldas
Su rostro mal encachado
Su negra mirada un aire le daba
Al buitre de la montañá.
Gaino barrera dejaba mujeres
Con hijos por donde quiera
Gabino Barrera
Gabino Barrera didn’t understand reasons
Always drunk as a skunk
He carried his gun with six rounds
He was a thrill for anyone.
He sported a thick mustache
With a bandana tied around his neck
Wore cotton shorts, leather jacket
His hat was all decked out.
His country feet wore sandals
And sometimes he went barefoot
But he loved to pay for the mariachis
Money didn’t mean a thing to him.
With a bottle of rum in his hand
He’d shout, "Long live Zapata!"
Because he was a rancher, that Suriano Indian
A son of good stock.
He was tall and built wide across the back
His face was rough around the edges
His dark gaze gave him an air
Like a vulture from the mountains.
Gabino Barrera left women
With kids all over the place.