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The Last Bullet

La Arrolladora Banda El Limón De René Camacho

El Último Cartucho

En un ranchito apartado
Allá en lo alto de la sierra
Vive un hombre muy aislado
Como si fuera una fiera

Siempre bajaba al poblado
Sin que la ley lo supiera

Montando caballo zarco
Casi siempre se veía
Tal vez buscaba un cariño
Que tanta falta le hacía

Era la flor más hermosa
Mi hacienda Santa María

Su sueño más anhelado
Por fin se le realizo
Y ancas de su caballo
A esa joven se llevo

Quiso formar su familia
Y no se le concedió

El tenía cuentas pendientes
Con soldados y rurales
El gobierno lo buscaba
Desde que vivían sus padres

El por su parte deseaba
Olvidarse de sus males

Aquella noche de Octubre
Los soldados lo rodeaban
Tal vez pensaba rendirse
Y le mataron su amada

Hace estragos con su rifle
A todo el que divisaba

Esto les va ha salir caro
Y nunca van a aprenderme
Yo no les doy ese gusto
Jamás podrán fucilarme

Con el último cartucho
Yo sólo voy a matarme

The Last Bullet

In a secluded little ranch
Up high in the mountains
Lives a very isolated man
As if he were a beast

He always came down to the town
Without the law knowing

Riding a sorrel horse
He was almost always seen
Perhaps looking for affection
That he so badly needed

She was the most beautiful flower
In my Santa María estate

His most cherished dream
Finally came true for him
And with the horse's hooves
He took that young woman away

He wanted to start a family
But it was not granted to him

He had unfinished business
With soldiers and rural police
The government was after him
Since his parents were alive

He, on the other hand, wanted
To forget about his troubles

That October night
The soldiers surrounded him
Perhaps he thought of surrendering
And they killed his beloved

He wreaks havoc with his rifle
On anyone he sees

This will cost them dearly
And they will never learn
I won't give them that satisfaction
They will never be able to shoot me

With the last bullet
I will only kill myself

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