Mi Amigo El Tordillo
Lo conocí de potrillo
Galopando en la pradera
Lo conocí de potrillo
Galopando en la pradera
Y yo le puse El Tordillo, Tordillo
Porque su pelo así era, de veras
Y lo eduqué de chiquillo
Nada más para las trincheras
Cuando ya vi que era hora
Le compré su buena silla
Cuando ya vi que era hora
Le compré su buena silla
Mi 30-30 canana y pistola
Y mi Tordillo decía, decía
Ya se nos vino la bola
Y nos vamos con Pancho Villa
Mi Tordillo era entendido
Y por nada lo cambiaba
Mi Tordillo era entendido
Y por nada lo cambiaba
Cuando nos vimos perdidos, perdidos
Por Obregón en Celaya, en Celaya
Nomás lanzo un relinchido
Y nos fuimos para Chihuahua
Me demostró ser amigo
Cerca de Torreón, Coahuila
Me demostró ser amigo
Cerca de Torreón, Coahuila
No obstante estar malherido El Tordillo
Me llevo a la Cerranía enseguida
Sacándome del peligro
Pero dando por mi su vida
El tiempo ha transcurrido
Del Tordillo nada queda
El tiempo ha transcurrido
Del Tordillo nada queda
A su nobleza suspiro y suspiro
Al recordarlo cómo era y quién era
Ya parece que lo miro
Galopando por la pradera
My Friend The Gray Colt
I met him as a colt
Galloping in the meadow
I met him as a colt
Galloping in the meadow
And I named him The Gray Colt, Gray Colt
Because his hair was like that, truly
And I raised him from a young age
Just for the trenches
When I saw it was time
I bought him a good saddle
When I saw it was time
I bought him a good saddle
My 30-30 rifle and pistol
And my Gray Colt said, said
The trouble is coming
And we're going with Pancho Villa
My Colt was understanding
And I wouldn't trade him for anything
My Colt was understanding
And I wouldn't trade him for anything
When we felt lost, lost
By Obregón in Celaya, in Celaya
I just let out a neigh
And we went to Chihuahua
He proved to be a friend
Near Torreón, Coahuila
He proved to be a friend
Near Torreón, Coahuila
Despite being badly wounded, The Gray Colt
Took me to the Cerranía right away
Getting me out of danger
But giving his life for mine
Time has passed
Nothing remains of The Gray Colt
Time has passed
Nothing remains of The Gray Colt
I sigh at his nobility, I sigh
Remembering how he was and who he was
It's as if I see him
Galloping through the meadow