Se Les Pelo Baltazar
Estando moliendo caña
En mi ranchito querido
Buscaban a Baltazar
Para llevarlo al presidio
Eran buenos cazadores
Con experiencia al codillo
A un venado lampareado
Es difícil de cazar
Aunque le pongan la trampa
Tiene experiencia al brincar
Se quedaron con las ganas
Se les peló Baltazar
Solo el que carga el morral
Le sabe su contenido
Por eso la federal
Quería llevarlo al presidio
No se le comprobo nada
Se les bajo en el camino
Se fue con rumbo a la sierra
Montado en su bailador
Su caballo preferido
Que lo quiere con amor
Lo mismo baila un guapango
Un corrido o una canción
Hay Culiacán tan hermoso
Desde el filo de la sierra
Sus luces yo las diviso
Como mirar las estrellas
Como extraño a mis amigos
También a mi linda güera
Afinen los instrumentos
Voy a empezar a cantar
La Arrolladora El Limón
Ya va a empezar a tocar
El mérito 6 de Enero
Se festeja a Baltazar
Baltazar Slipped Away
While grinding sugar cane
In my beloved little ranch
They were looking for Baltazar
To take him to the pen
They were good hunters
With experience in the chase
A spotlighted deer
Is hard to catch
Even if they set a trap
It knows how to jump
They were left wanting
Baltazar slipped away
Only the one who carries the bag
Knows what's inside
That's why the feds
Wanted to take him to the pen
Nothing was proven against him
He slipped away on the way
He headed towards the mountains
Riding on his dancer
His favorite horse
That he loves with all his heart
It can dance a guapango
A corrido or a song
Oh Culiacán, so beautiful
From the edge of the mountains
I can see your lights
Like looking at the stars
How I miss my friends
Also my lovely blonde
Tune up the instruments
I'm about to start singing
La Arrolladora El Limón
Is about to start playing
The celebration on January 6th
Is for Baltazar