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And this goes all the way to California, old man.
For Mr. Martín Enríquez, hello, old man! he says
A bed sack
And go through hunger
It forged his character
There was no Christmas
For the seven brothers
But just in case
He put on the huarache
The cold was creeping in
Through the stones
From the humble house
In the Tasiroc
The austere little ranch
Where he ran around
Back in his childhood
It has good engravings
Good advice
They must not be forgotten
He does not forget his father
Not even his grandfather.
Those who instilled in him
Work to win
And without getting tangled up
As he is from Jalisco
He doesn't know how to split
I leave the Heights behind
They were too small for him
For his great talent
He jumped the fence
And today man is worth
To make you bales
You have to work on it
There in Riverside
With good friends
Blue Label taking
Help your people
Because he is a fine man
And with his little chinita
He has always counted
Dancing the gift
That is your favorite
He is going to retire
And the bad dogs
Keeping guard over him
Also just in case
Una forty five
For the envious
It's Martin Enriquez
And to those who don't like it (and as the old man says, greetings)
Well, that's what it is.
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