Se equivoco el pistolero
Le hablaron a un pistolero, para matar a un pesado
le dieron el antisipo y aquel contrato firmaron
no se tardo mucho tiempo, para cazar al venado.
De pronto aquel pistolero, llego a avisarle a su cliente.
La cuenta ya esta saldada, entreguenme los billetes,
aqui les traigo las pruebas, pa' que no duden su muerte.
Esas noticias me gustan, tenemos que festejarlo.
Voy aser una gran fiesta, por este gusto que traigo.
Brindemos por el muertito, que ya lo han de estar velando.
La banda estaba tocando, cuando llego un mensajero.
Señores paren la fiesta, se equivoco el pistolero,
al que mato no era el blanco, era un señor ganadero.
En medio de aquel mitote, con una metralladora,
mataron al pistolero, la mafia nunca perdona.
La bronca es que el ganadero, no era muy chica paloma.
Porque de tapar un hollo, se destaparon ochenta.
Por culpa del pistolero, ya es mucha la gente muerta.
Siguen los enfrentamientos, y el que buscaban ni en cuenta.
The gunman made a mistake
They spoke to a gunman, to kill a troublesome one
gave him the down payment and signed that contract
it didn't take long, to hunt the deer down.
Suddenly that gunman, arrived to inform his client.
The account is settled, hand over the bills,
here I bring the evidence, so you don't doubt his death.
I like that news, we have to celebrate it.
I'm going to have a big party, for this pleasure I bring.
Let's toast to the dead one, who must be lying in state.
The band was playing, when a messenger arrived.
Gentlemen stop the party, the gunman made a mistake,
the one he killed wasn't the target, it was a cattleman.
In the middle of that commotion, with a machine gun,
they killed the gunman, the mafia never forgives.
The problem is that the cattleman, wasn't a small fry.
Because by covering one hole, eighty were uncovered.
Because of the gunman's fault, many people are dead.
The confrontations continue, and the one they were looking for is nowhere to be found.
Escrita por: Mario Quintero Lara