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