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I have written a thousand corridos
Today I throw a shot that is not easy
I always took that lump out of him
To stay small with such a big name
The corrido is for a man
That you gain weight by pulling straight
And how I carry his blood without thinking about it
For him I put my chest
That old man is short
Hat tipped, he's always blunt
It is humble but fine
And he has never lacked just because he wanted
The band has already started playing
There by the palm and in the tamarind
Let's see who drinks with me at the Hualtata workshop
You already know that I invite
It rises pure silver when on the horses
It costs me a good coat
And it is not that he bet millions, he does it for the sport
Also in roosters
And win or lose the friend
Does not lose the style
And with that smile
Will keep taking
And from the palm to the tamarind, in a little bit we arrive, hey
And pure Tamarindo Records, man
As soon as the roosters crow
The man I speak of will already be awake
It has a very curious way
For any job it must be perfect
Very accurate and effective
Everything at the first and everything from ticket
Life is short and you have never liked to lose
Never the old time
On the weekends
Take the stroll to relax
He goes to the rally
To look at the careadas, the afternoon just falls
And when they play cards
It is almost always dompe to plead with them for a while
And if they look for the Lord if there is a baseball game
There they will find him
His wick is very short, his arrow is right
That is not a myth
But if the narrow hand is a good harvest
Well, little man comes out
He already has his life made
And to date I follow the arrow
By Don Agapito
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