Juan Martha
Decían que cargaba el diablo
Mentiras, no traía nada
Lo que traiba' en su cintura
Era una pistola escuadra
Robaba y mataba gente
Porque así se divertía
Su cabeza tenía precio
15 mil pesos valía
Juan Martha era aguerrido
Y temido del gobierno
Los rurales le temían
Como si fuera veneno
Su madrecita, lloraba
Lloraba y se lo decía
Si me dieran libre a mi hijo
15 mil pesos daría
Ya no llores, madrecita
Ya no les ofrezcas nada
Que llegando a aquel cerrito
Yo me río de la acordada
Ya no llores, madrecita
No me estés atromentando
Que de cien vidas que debo
Con una, la estoy pagando
Esta noche con la Luna
Y mañana con el Sol
Me van a quitar la vida
Sea por el amor de Dios
Ya con esta me despido
Pero les dejo una carta
Para que sigan cantando
El corrido de Juan Martha
Juan Martha
They said he was carrying the devil
Lies, he had nothing on him
What he had on his waist
Was a .45 pistol
He robbed and killed people
Because that’s how he had his fun
His head had a price on it
Fifteen grand was what he was worth
Juan Martha was tough
And feared by the government
The cops were scared of him
Like he was poison
His poor mother cried
Cried and told him
If they set my son free
I’d pay fifteen grand
Don’t cry anymore, mom
Don’t offer them anything
When I get to that hill
I’ll laugh at the deal
Don’t cry anymore, mom
Stop tormenting me
For every hundred lives I owe
I’m paying with one
Tonight with the Moon
And tomorrow with the Sun
They’re gonna take my life
By the love of God
With this, I say goodbye
But I leave you a letter
So you can keep singing
The ballad of Juan Martha