Johnny Cartucho
Johnny cartucho fue famoso en oklahoma,
Porque ninguno deleitaba como él
Con su guitarra y su voz de terciopelo
Y con su estampa del vaquero del farwest
Cuando cantaba tan bien lo hacía,
Que hasta las vacas iban tras él (bis)
Cierta vez en el desierto de arizona
Los pieles rojas lo lograron apresar
Lo prepararon con lechuga y rabanitos
Y lo sirvieron de fiambre pa cenar
Cuando ya casi no cuenta el cuento
Con su instrumento pudo escapar (bis)
Los comensales y sirvientes de la mesa
Al escucharlo quedaron fuera de si,
Hasta las viejas de emoción… se desmayaban
Y aún el cacique con gran flema dijo así:
Viva cartucho cowboy florido
Que ha conseguido su libertad (bis)
Todas las gentes quedaron embelezadas
Excepto uno que con rabia se quedó,
Era el cantor oficial de las serenatas
A quien el éxito de cartucho disgustó
Y en la espesura, y en mameluco
Con un trabuco lo fue a esperar (bis)
Sobre su yegua de color verde botella
Johnny cartucho silba y va despreocupao
Cuando de pronto su matungo con la cola,
Comunicóle que había gato encerrao
Una trifulca sin precedentes
Muy de repente allí se armó (bis)
El pielroja con una salva de trabuco
Quería dejarlo a jhonny cual colador
Pero éste revoleando su guitarra
Rechazaba los plomos del trovador
Y en el rebote de los balazos
De un guitarrazo me lo durmió (bis)
Johnny Cartucho
Johnny Cartucho was famous in Oklahoma,
'Cause no one could entertain like he could.
With his guitar and his velvet voice,
And his look like a cowboy from the Wild West.
When he sang so well, he did it,
That even the cows followed him around (repeat).
One time in the Arizona desert,
The Native Americans managed to catch him.
They prepped him with lettuce and radishes,
And served him as cold cuts for dinner.
When the story was almost over,
With his instrument, he managed to escape (repeat).
The diners and the waitstaff at the table,
When they heard him, they lost their minds.
Even the old ladies, out of excitement… fainted,
And even the chief, with great composure, said:
Long live Cartucho, the flashy cowboy,
Who has won back his freedom (repeat).
Everyone was mesmerized,
Except for one guy who was left furious.
He was the official serenade singer,
Whose success of Cartucho really pissed him off.
And in the thick of it, in overalls,
With a shotgun, he went to wait (repeat).
On his bottle-green mare,
Johnny Cartucho whistles and rides carefree.
When suddenly his nag with its tail,
Signaled to him that there was trouble brewing.
A brawl like no other,
Suddenly broke out there (repeat).
The Native American with a blast from his shotgun,
Wanted to leave Johnny like a sieve.
But he, swinging his guitar,
Deflected the bullets from the troubadour.
And in the ricochet of the gunfire,
With a strum of his guitar, he put him to sleep (repeat).