Caballo Blanco
Este esa el corrido del caballo blanco
Que en un día domingo feliz arrancara
Y bajo la mira de llegar al norte
Habiendo salido de Guadalajara
Su noble jinete le quito las riendas
Le quito la silla, y se fue apuro pelo
Cruzo como rayo tierras calladitas
Entre cerros verdes y lo azul del cielo
A paso más lento llego hasta espinosa
Y por pura cancha se andaba quedando
Cuenta que los muchis iban cayendo
Que llevaba todo el hocico sangrando
Pero lo miraron pasar por sonora
Y el valle del Yanqui le dio su ternura
Dicen que cojeaba de la pata izquierda
Y a pesar de todo siguió su aventura
Llego hasta hermosito, siguió Matadorca
Y por Mexical sintió que moría
Subió paso a paso por la rumorosa
Llegando a Tiguana con la luz del día
Un día su hazaña se fue a Rosarito
Y no quiso echarse hasta ver la encenada
Y este fue el corrido del caballo blanco
Que salio un domingo de Guadalajara
White Horse
This is the ballad of the white horse
That on a happy Sunday will start
And with the aim of reaching the north
Having left Guadalajara
His noble rider took off the reins
Took off the saddle, and left in a hurry
He crossed like lightning through quiet lands
Between green hills and the blue of the sky
At a slower pace, he arrived at Espinosa
And was getting tired just by running
They say many were falling
That he had his whole muzzle bleeding
But they saw him pass through Sonora
And the Yankee Valley gave him its tenderness
They say he limped on his left leg
And despite everything, he continued his adventure
He arrived at Hermosillo, continued to Matadorca
And in Mexicali, he felt he was dying
He climbed step by step through La Rumorosa
Arriving in Tijuana with the light of day
One day his feat reached Rosarito
And he didn't want to rest until he saw the cliff
And this was the ballad of the white horse
That left one Sunday from Guadalajara
Escrita por: José Alfredo Jiménez