El Tío Juan - ANTONIO AGUILAR

Voy a cantar un corrido

De dos caballos ligeros

De fama internacional

De un prieto de mexicali

Que le llamaban el indio

Y un alazan de agua prieta

Que le decian el tio juan

Desde baja california

Vino el indio hasta sonora

Pa' correr con el tio juan

Y al presentarse le dijo

Seguro estoy de ganarte

Y el polvo que yo levante

Te lo tendras que tragar

Hermenes garcés andaba

Interventor del contrato

De la apuesta principal

Le sobro mucho dinero

Que nadie quiso agarrarle

Por que le tubieron miedo

Al indio esa es la verdad

Por fin llegó aquel momento

Y la puerta de los yutis

Se abrieron de par en par

Se vinieron los caballos

Casi venian volando

Y el indio corrió tragando

El polvo que hizo el tío juan

Hipódromo club de leones

De tí me estoy despidiendo

Porque el indio ya se vá

Que se despide muy triste

Al ver que se ha equivocado

Siendo el tío juan tan chaparro

Y no le pudo ganar

Vuela, vuela palomita

Con rumbo a hacia mexicali

Ve y cuentales la verdad

Dile a indalecio martínez

Que el tio juan

Le da el desquite

Para que venga y le quite

La costumbre de ganar

I'm going to sing a corrido

Of two light horses

internationally famous

From a prieto of mexicali

They called him the Indian

And a sorrel of dark water

What did uncle Juan say to him?

from Baja California

The Indian came to Sonora

To run with uncle Juan

And when he introduced himself he told him

I'm sure to win you

And the dust that I raise

you will have to swallow it

Hermenes Garces was walking

contract controller

of the main bet

I have a lot of money left over

That no one wanted to catch him

Why were they afraid of him?

To the Indian that is the truth

That moment finally came

And the door of the yutis

They opened wide

the horses came

They almost came flying

And the Indian ran swallowing

The powder that Uncle Juan made

lions club racecourse

I'm saying goodbye to you

Because the Indian is already leaving

That he says goodbye very sad

Seeing that he was wrong

being uncle juan so short

And he couldn't win

Fly, fly little dove

Heading towards Mexicali

Go and tell them the truth

tell indalecio martinez

that uncle juan

gives him revenge

For him to come and take away

The habit of winning