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Ballad to Don Rufino

Los Jilgueros Del Pico Real

Corrido a Don Rufino

Voy a cantar un corrido
Ojalá y te guste primo
De un hombre de muchas yemas
Que se nombra Don Rufino
Ya cayo en varios penales
Ahora es carne de presidio

Ha llevado polvo a Texas
Y a Chicago marihuana
En Los Ángeles la Dea
Lo encerró una temporada
Pero salió libre el viejo
Le vale pura fregada

Ha matado a mucha gente
Es de pocas pulgas zanca
Los que se han ido con reata
No hay problema los alcanza
Más sabe el diablo por viejo
Pa' este toro no habrá tranca

Le gusta andar en palenques
Y en carreras de caballos
Gozando una pielecita
De esas de cuerpo formado
Dice que cuando se muera
Quien le quita lo bailado

Don Rufino se despide
Dice yo soy de Guerrero
Seguirá salto de mata
Traficando con los güeros
A este león ya no lo agarra
Ni con suascle
Ni con perros

Ballad to Don Rufino

I'm gonna sing a ballad
Hope you like it, cousin
About a man of many talents
Goes by the name Don Rufino
He's been in several prisons
Now he's prison meat

He's taken dust to Texas
And marijuana to Chicago
In Los Angeles, the DEA
Locked him up for a while
But the old man got out
He doesn't give a damn

He's killed a lot of people
He's short-tempered and tough
Those who've tried to rope him
No problem, he catches up
The devil knows more from being old
No obstacle for this bull

He likes to hang out at cockfights
And horse races
Enjoying a little skin
One of those with a well-shaped body
He says that when he dies
Who can take away what he's enjoyed

Don Rufino says goodbye
Says I'm from Guerrero
He'll keep dodging
Dealing with the white guys
This lion can't be caught
Not with a lasso
Not with dogs

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