Corrido de Los Pérez

Ballad of the Pérez Family

In nineteen eleven
Let me explain it right
They killed two brothers
And a cousin in the fight

On a Thursday, April twentieth
Around three in the afternoon
Don Mariano Pérez died
At the hands of a cowardly goon

And it was Don Nico de Luna
Who lit the fuse that day
When the shooting started
He was the first to run away

Such tragic races
Those races on the hill
They lost their lives and horses
And their money, what a thrill

Isidro Pérez said
They hit us real low
If they had come straight at us
It would’ve been a different show

Another rooster would sing
Mariano Pérez would say
Firm in his convictions
I’ll die standing my way
I’m no spawn of cowards

Isidro fell to the south
Jesus went to the north
Mariano headed east
Like forming a cross, of course

Fly, fly, little dove
Fly, my dear pigeon
Tell the father of the Pérez
That here his life has ended.