El Corrido Del Medico
Los hombres que son valientes
Se merecen los corridos
Asi como en sinaloa
Nacen hombres decididos
Del estado de sonora
Vengo a cantarle a un amigo
Son muchos los enemigos
Que ya han querido acostarle
Pero los que lo intentaron
Ya no estan para contarlo
Tal vez sean las oraciones
Que su madre le ha rezado
Las carreras y los gallos
Siempre ha sido su afición
Siempre con banda y norteño
Le andan tocando al señor
Que me toquen el culichi
Recordando al pitayon
El compa ya es conocido
En todo méxico entero
El güero pa su familia
El medico por ahi
Para todo aquel que brinque
Siempre sera el jabali
Cuenta con su hermano el brujo
El mas joven y aventado
Por ser un hombre completo
Siempre lo carga a su lado
Lo cuidan y lo respetan
El chamuco y el soldado
Linda fecha diez de mayo
Con tristeza la recuerda
Se acuerda de manuelito
De aquellos tiempos pasados
A su madrecita dice
No crea que se me ha olvidado
Las muchachas son bonitas
Las pistolas son linduras
Es una prieto vereta
La que le cuida y le arrulla
Siempre que se allá en problemas
Hecha mano a su cintura
Ya con esta me despido
Lindo estado de sonora
Me despido de mis compas
Tomandoles bacanora
Como recuerdo a santana
Pura raza jaladora.
The Doctor's Ballad
Brave men
Deserve ballads
Just like in Sinaloa
Decisive men are born
From the state of Sonora
I come to sing to a friend
There are many enemies
Who have tried to put him to rest
But those who tried
Are no longer here to tell the tale
Maybe it's the prayers
That his mother has prayed
Races and roosters
Have always been his passion
Always with a band and a norteño
They play for the man
Play me 'El Culichi'
Remembering 'El Pitayon'
The buddy is well-known
Throughout all of Mexico
'El Güero' to his family
'El Médico' around
For anyone who dares
He will always be the wild boar
He has his brother, 'El Brujo'
The youngest and most daring
For being a complete man
He always carries him by his side
They take care of him and respect him
The devil and the soldier
Beautiful date, May tenth
He remembers it with sadness
He remembers 'Manuelito'
From those past times
To his dear mother he says
Don't think I have forgotten
The girls are pretty
The guns are beauties
It's a dark-skinned beauty
Who watches over and rocks him
Whenever he's in trouble
He reaches for his waist
With this, I bid farewell
Beautiful state of Sonora
I say goodbye to my buddies
Having some bacanora with them
As a memory to Santana
Pure pulling race.