Corrido del Dr. Fonseca
Soplaban vientos del norte, del rumbo de Sinaloa
A Don Antonio Fonseca, se le acercaba la hora,
También venían en la lista, una hermana y su señora
Dijo el doctor a su esposa, quiero llevarte a cenar
Estamos recién casados, la vida hay que disfrutar
No sabían que de esa cena, ya no iban a regresar
Discutió con un mesero, que una patrulla llamo
Eso es lo que yo no entiendo, llego una concentración
Tal vez una coincidencia, tal vez una ejecución
Grita su esposa Dorita, no tiren que vienen damas
Aquella voz suplicante, se apago con las metrallas
En unos cuantos segundos, la iba a seguir su cuñada
Le dijo el doctor a "El Pollo", debes usar la metralla
No ves que estamos sitiados, hay que morir en la raya
"El Pollo" no reacciono, y lo tumbaron las balas
Cerca de 300 balas, tenia su carro blindado,
Pero ninguna paso, trabajo garantizado,
Pero al salir por su esposa, las balas lo acribillaron
Allá por el mes de Julio, le habían matado un hermano
El mato dos policías, seguro querían vengarlos
Su cuerno se le trabo, y así lograron matarlo
Dijeron que eran bandidos, por eso lo remataron,
Le robaron sus alhajas, y dinero americano
El dinero es lo de menos, porque van a seguir bastos
Ballad of Dr. Fonseca
The northern winds were blowing, from the direction of Sinaloa
Don Antonio Fonseca, his time was drawing near,
Also on the list, a sister and his dear wife.
The doctor told his wife, I want to take you out to dine,
We’re newlyweds, let’s enjoy life while we can,
They didn’t know that from that dinner, they wouldn’t come back.
He argued with a waiter, who called in the cops,
That’s what I don’t get, a crowd showed up,
Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was an execution.
His wife Dorita cried out, don’t shoot, there are ladies here,
That pleading voice went silent, drowned out by the gunfire,
In just a few seconds, her sister would follow her.
The doctor told "El Pollo", you need to use the firepower,
Can’t you see we’re surrounded? We’ve got to stand our ground,
"El Pollo" didn’t react, and the bullets took him down.
Close to 300 rounds, his car was armored tight,
But none got through, it was a guaranteed fight,
But when he went out for his wife, the bullets tore him apart.
Back in July, they had killed his brother,
He took out two cops, they surely wanted revenge,
His gun jammed up, and that’s how they got him.
They said they were bandits, that’s why they finished him off,
They stole his jewels, and American cash,
The money doesn’t matter, because they’ll keep coming strong.