El Prieto
No me estoy quejando de la vida
Por todo lo malo que he pasado
En ella he tenido mil conquistas
Mucho dinero joyas y carros
Y aunque estoy sentado en esta silla
Como olvidar los tiempos pasados
En el alamo con mi familia
El ranchito de donde es mi gente
Donde mi madre me trajo un dia
Parte de la sierra sinaloense
Jamas pense que yo mandaria
Lo que no se imaginan ustedes
Le sali al toro a como podia
Con poco sueldo y mucho trabajo
Trabajando de noche y de dia
Cosechaba y cuidaba el ganado
Una buena amistad no se olvida
No olvido a culiacan y al salado
A como me hace falta vicente
Se que muchos lo han de conocer
Aunque el niño ahora no esta presente
Mantiene su trono y su poder
Lleva mi sangre mi hijo es valiente
Tengo fe de que lo hago volver
Frijol en agua y sal con tortilla
Gracias a dios nunca me faltaron
Esa vida no era tan bonita
Cuando el hambre me estaba matando
Batallando he llegado a la cima
Si supieran por lo que he pasado
Se bien que me buscan los gabachos
Nomas se van a quedar queriendo
Quien diria que de cuidar ganado
De ser tan solo un pobre ranchero
Me haria tan pesado y afamado
Y buscado por el mundo entero
Lo siento si hoy no pueden tocarme
Gobierno mexico americano
Cinco millones por atraparme
Me los gasto comprando un caballo
Nadie aqui traiciona al eme grande
Al ranchero al que apodan el mayo
The Dark-Haired One
I ain't complaining about life
For all the bad things I've been through
I've had a thousand conquests in it
Lots of money, jewels, and cars
And even though I'm sitting in this chair
How to forget the past times
In the cottonwood with my family
The little ranch where my people are from
Where my mother brought me one day
Part of the Sinaloan sierra
I never thought I would be in charge
What you can't even imagine
I faced the bull as best I could
With little pay and a lot of work
Working night and day
Harvesting and taking care of the cattle
A good friendship is not forgotten
I don't forget Culiacan and El Salado
How I miss Vicente
I know many must know him
Although the boy is not present now
He maintains his throne and his power
My son is brave, he carries my blood
I have faith that I will make him come back
Beans in water and salt with tortilla
Thank God I never lacked
That life wasn't so pretty
When hunger was killing me
Struggling, I've reached the top
If they only knew what I've been through
I know the gringos are looking for me
They'll just keep wanting
Who would've thought that from taking care of cattle
From being just a poor rancher
I would become so heavy and famous
And sought after by the whole world
I'm sorry if they can't touch me today
Mexican-American government
Five million to catch me
I'll spend it buying a horse
No one here betrays the big M
The rancher they call El Mayo