Juan Charrasqueado
".....Ya llego juan charrasqueado.....
Encierren las viejas porque me las llevo"
Voy a cantarles un corrido muy mentado
Lo que ha pasado alla en la hacienda de la flor
La triste historia de un ranchero enamorado
Que fue borracho parrandero y jugador
Juan se llamaba y lo apodaban charrasqueado
Era valiente y arriesgado en el amor
A las mujeres mas bonitas se llevaba
De aquellos campos no quedaba ni una flor.
Un dia domingo que se andaba emborrachando
A la cantina le corrieron a avisar
"Cuidate juan que ya por ahi te andan buscando
Son muchos hombres no te vallan a matar".
No tuvo tiempo de montar en su caballo
Pistola en mano se le hecharon de a monton
Y les gritaba estoy borracho y soy buen gallo
Cuando una bala atraveso su corazon.
"Y ando en busca de una prieta, porque prietas
Hasta las mulas..!"
Crecio la milpa con la lluvia en el potrero
Y las palomas van volando al pedregal
Bonitos toros llevan hoy al matadero
Que buen caballo va montando el caporal.
Ya las campanas del santuario estan doblando
Todos los fieles se dirigen a resar
Y por la sierra los rancheros van bajando
A un hombre muerto que lo llevan a enterrar.
En una choza muy humilde llora un niño
Las mujeres le aconsejan y se van
Mientras su madre lo consuela con cariños
Mirando al cielo llora y reza por su juan.
Aqui termino de cantar este corrido
De juan ranchero charrasqueado y burlador
Que se creyo de las mujeres consentido
Y fue borracho parrandero y jugador.
Juan the Drunkard
.....Here comes Juan the Drunkard.....
Lock up the ladies 'cause I'm taking them with me.
I'm gonna sing you a well-known ballad
About what happened down at the Flower Ranch.
The sad story of a rancher in love
Who was a drunk, a party guy, and a gambler.
His name was Juan, but they called him the Drunkard.
He was brave and reckless in love.
He took the prettiest women away,
From those fields, not a single flower was left.
One Sunday, while he was getting wasted,
They rushed to the bar to let him know,
"Watch out, Juan, they're looking for you,
There are a lot of guys; don’t let them kill you."
He didn’t have time to hop on his horse,
Gun in hand, they came at him in a bunch.
He yelled, "I’m drunk and I’m a tough guy!"
When a bullet pierced through his heart.
"And I’m looking for a dark-skinned girl, 'cause dark girls
Even the mules...!"
The corn grew tall with the rain in the pasture,
And the doves are flying to the gravel pit.
Pretty bulls are being taken to the slaughterhouse today,
What a good horse the foreman is riding.
The bells of the sanctuary are ringing,
All the faithful are heading to pray.
And through the mountains, the ranchers are coming down
To bury a dead man they’re bringing along.
In a very humble hut, a child is crying,
The women give him advice and then leave.
While his mother comforts him with affection,
Looking at the sky, she cries and prays for her Juan.
Here I end this ballad,
About Juan the rancher, the Drunkard and the Trickster,
Who thought he was the ladies' favorite
And was a drunk, a party guy, and a gambler.