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Who would have thought that the old
when i was young
but bloodthirsty
killed buried
Bumped heads
there was not enough power
no law in the world
to stop it
He lived in the Stone House
And in the Rumorosa
Tijuana fences
where he tortured
guts pulled out
To all your enemies
They will sow fear
That's how they respected him
Mounted on a white cuckoo
came down from the hill
looking for women
He robbed the banks
To give yourself pleasures
Rancher and poorly dressed
A rifle was third
Also a machete
hated the government
because they killed him
to his only brother
when i was commoner
herding the cattle
That's why the feds
He killed viciously
In honor of his brother
A brave and courageous man
with traces of war
All over your body
death in the blood
violent character
And I roll up the feds
rural and guachos
In those times
Now lives in Culiacan
He no longer walks in the cuaco
bring a cheyenne
A super eleven
for it to cross
And although the years passed
and the old man is old
He still defends himself
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