El Caballo Blanco
Este es el corrido del caballo blanco
Que en un día domingo feliz arrancara
Iba con la mira de llegar al Norte
Habiendo salido de Guadalajara
Su noble jinete le quito las riendas
Le quito la silla y se fue a puro pelo
Cruzó como rayo tierras nayaritas
Entre cerros verdes y lo azul del cielo
A paso más lento llego hasta Escuinapa
Y por Culiacán ya se andaba quedando
Cuentan que en Los Mochis ya se iba cayendo
Que llevaba todo el hocico sangrando
Pero lo miraron pasar por Sonora
Y el Valle del Yaqui le dio su ternura
Dicen que cojeaba de la pata izquierda
Y a pesar de todo siguió su aventura
Llego hasta Hermosillo, siguió pa' Caborca
Y por Mexicali, sintió que moría
Subió paso a paso por La Rumorosa
Llegando a Tijuana con la luz del día
Cumplida su hazaña, se fue a Rosarito
Y no quiso echarse hasta ver Ensenada
Y este fue el corrido del caballo blanco
Que salió un domingo de Guadalajara
The White Horse
This is the ballad of the white horse
That on a happy Sunday it would begin
He was aiming to reach the North
Having left Guadalajara
His noble rider took the reins from him
I took the chair away from him and he left on his own
He crossed Nayarit lands like lightning
Between green hills and the blue sky
At a slower pace I arrive at Escuinapa
And he was already staying in Culiacán
They say that in Los Mochis it was already falling apart
His entire snout was bleeding
But they watched him pass through Sonora
And the Yaqui Valley gave him its tenderness
They say he limped on his left leg
And despite everything, he continued his adventure
I got to Hermosillo, then continued on to Caborca
And because of Mexicali, he felt like he was dying
He climbed step by step up La Rumorosa
Arriving in Tijuana with daylight
Having accomplished his feat, he went to Rosarito
And he didn't want to lie down until he saw Ensenada
And this was the ballad of the white horse
He left Guadalajara on a Sunday
Escrita por: Jose Alfredo Jimenez Sandoval