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I'm going to sing the corrido, of the highwayman
His name was Porfirio, they called him Glass Eye
The one-eyed thing did not matter to him, because he did not miss the shot
He disguised himself as a muleteer, to attack the towns
Mocking the government, he killed many soldiers
They just whitened the hills, with cigars in their shoes
Here comes the glass eye, the scared people shouted.
And I looked for women, looking everywhere
He left entire towns full of hanging cigars
After so many feats, seeing him walking around
With his gray horse, in front of the main square
They shot him down, without anything happening to him.
They said he was lined with a mesh vest
The bullets were shooting at him, while he laughed
He left calmly on horseback, without anyone hindering him.
3 peasants came down from there from the hidden hill
They brought the "Glass Eye", stung by a coral coral
The bandit came already dead, on the gray horse
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