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Catarino and the Rural Police

Valentín Elizalde

Catarino Y Los Rurales

Catarino y los rurales
Se agarraron a balazos
Hermanito de mi vida
Vienen más de cien rurales

Catarino le gritaba
Que bonitos arenales
Para agarrarme a balazos
Con los mentados rurales

Catarino les gritaba
Brincando un cerco de alambre
Todavía me sobra parque
Bandidos y muertos de hambre

Catarino les gritaba
Arriscándose el sombrero
Todavía me sobra parque
Son puras balas de acero

Catarino les gritaba
Con toda su voz completa
Que al cabo no me hacen nada
Yo soy del río de Jintonhueca

Ya con esta me despido
Deshojando unos rosales
Aquí termina el corrido
De catarino y los rurales

Catarino and the Rural Police

Catarino and the rural police
They engaged in gunfire
Little brother of my life
More than a hundred rural police are coming

Catarino shouted at them
How beautiful the sandy areas are
To engage in gunfire
With the so-called rural police

Catarino shouted at them
Jumping over a wire fence
I still have plenty of money
Bandits and starving dead

Catarino shouted at them
Tipping his hat
I still have plenty of money
They are pure steel bullets

Catarino shouted at them
With all his voice
After all, they don't do anything to me
I am from the Jintonhueca river

With this, I bid farewell
Plucking some roses
Here ends the ballad
Of Catarino and the rural police

Escrita por: Eduardo Baptista