Juan Charrasqueado - Jorge Negrete

«…Ya llego juan charrasqueado…

Encierren las viejas porque me las llevo»

Voy a cantarles un corrido muy mentado

Lo que ha pasado alla en la hacienda de la flor

La triste historia de un ranchero enamorado

Que fue borracho parrandero y jugador

Juan se llamaba y lo apodaban charrasqueado

Era valiente y arriesgado en el amor

A las mujeres mas bonitas se llevaba

Que aquellos campos no quedaba ni una flor

Un dia domingo que se andaba emborrachando

A la cantina le corrieron a avisar

«Cuidate juan que ya por ahi te andan buscando

Son muchos hombres no te vallan a matar»

No tuvo tiempo de montar en su caballo

Pistola en mano se le hecharon de a monton

Y les gritaba estoy borracho y soy buen gallo

Cuando una bala atraveso su corazon

«Y ando en busca de una prieta, porque prietas

Hasta las mulas.!»

Crecio la milpa con la lluvia en el potrero

Y las palomas van volando al pedregal

Bonitos toros llevan hoy al matadero

Que buen caballo va montando el caporal

Ya las campanas del santuario estan doblando

Todos los fieles se dirigen a resar

Y por la sierra los rancheros van bajando

A un hombre muerto que lo llevan a enterrar

En una choza muy humilde llora un niño

Las mujeres le aconsejan y se van

Mientras su madre lo consuela con cariños

Mirando al cielo llora y reza por su juan

Aqui termino de cantar este corrido

De juan ranchero charrasqueado y burlador

Que se creyo de las mujeres consentido

Y fue borracho parrandero y jugador

«…Juan arrived charrasqueado…

Lock up the old ones because I'm taking them away»

I'm going to sing you a well-known corrido

What happened there at the hacienda de la flor

The sad story of a rancher in love

That he was a drunk party boy and a player

Juan was called and they nicknamed him charrasqueado

He was brave and risky in love

He took the most beautiful women

That those fields didn't have a single flower left

One Sunday that he was getting drunk

They ran to tell the canteen

«Take care, Juan, they are already looking for you out there

There are many men do not go to kill you »

He didn't have time to ride his horse

Gun in hand they made him a lot

And I yelled at them I'm drunk and I'm a good rooster

When a bullet went through his heart

«And I'm looking for a prieta, because prietas

Even the mules.!”

The milpa grew with the rain in the paddock

And the pigeons fly to the stony ground

Beautiful bulls take today to the slaughterhouse

What a good horse the caporal is riding

Already the sanctuary bells are ringing

All the faithful go to pray

And through the mountains the ranchers go down

A dead man being taken to be buried

In a very humble hut a child cries

The women advise him and leave

While his mother comforts him with affection

Looking at the sky he cries and prays for his Juan

Here I finish singing this corrido

From juan ranchero charrasqueado and mocker

That he believed of women consented

And he was a party drunk and a player