Mi Amigo El Tordillo
Lo conocí de potrillo, galopando en la pradera
Lo conocí de potrillo, galopando en la pradera
Y yo le puse El Tordillo, Tordillo porque su pelo así era, de veras
Y lo crie desde chiquillo nada más para las trincheras
Cuando ya vi que era hora, le compré su buena silla
Cuando ya vi que era hora, le compré su buena silla
Y. 30-30, canana y pistola, y mi Tordillo decía, decía
Ya se nos vino la bola, y nos fuimos con Pancho Villa
Mi Tordillo era entendido y por nada lo cambiaba
Mi Tordillo era entendido y por nada lo cambiaba
Cuando nos vimos perdidos, perdidos, por Obregón, en Celaya, en Celaya
Nomás pegó un relincho y nos fuimos para Chihuahua
Me demostró ser amigo cerca de Torreón, Coahuila
Me demostró ser amigo cerca de Torreón, Coahuila
No obstante, estar malherido, El Tordillo me lleva a la serranía enseguida
Sacándome del peligro, pero dando por mí la vida
El tiempo ha transcurrido, del Tordillo nada queda
El tiempo ha transcurrido, del Tordillo nada queda
A su nobleza suspiro y suspiro al recordar lo que fuera y quién era
Ya parece que lo miro galopando por la pradera
My Friend The Tordillo
I met him as a colt, galloping on the plains
I met him as a colt, galloping on the plains
And I named him The Tordillo, Tordillo 'cause his coat was just like that, for real
And I raised him from a young age just for the trenches
When I saw it was time, I bought him a good saddle
When I saw it was time, I bought him a good saddle
And a .30-30, ammo belt, and pistol, and my Tordillo said, said
The shit's about to hit the fan, and we took off with Pancho Villa
My Tordillo was sharp and I wouldn’t trade him for anything
My Tordillo was sharp and I wouldn’t trade him for anything
When we found ourselves lost, lost, by Obregón, in Celaya, in Celaya
He just let out a neigh and we headed for Chihuahua
He proved to be a friend near Torreón, Coahuila
He proved to be a friend near Torreón, Coahuila
Even though he was wounded, The Tordillo took me to the mountains right away
Pulling me out of danger, but giving his life for mine
Time has passed, and nothing's left of the Tordillo
Time has passed, and nothing's left of the Tordillo
I sigh for his nobility and I sigh remembering what he was and who he was
It seems like I can see him galloping across the plains