Mi Amigo el Cantinero - Espinoza Paz

Ay le va compa wuero chumpo, échele baile compare

Que no se caiga el ritmo pariente, échele, ay

Si es lo que parece, es una despedida

Ya no te metas, quiero que te salgas de mi vida

Si es lo que parece es un adiós definitivo

Te lo diré de frente ya no quiero estar contigo

Si es lo que parece, lo nuestro se termina

Tu mamá no nos deja ser felices, contamina

Por eso es que tu padre tiene cara de amargado

La vieja hizo al viejo totalmente desgraciado

Tú me quieres manejar, yo no me pienso dejar

Ya despierta de ese sueño porque eso no va a pasar

Si tu madre con tu padre un día hizo lo que quiso

Te aseguro que conmigo, no vas a trapear el piso

Tú me quieres manejar, yo no me pienso dejar

Con permiso yo soy alguien que no vas a controlar

Es verdad que soy borracho pero soy con mi dinero

Nunca le he pedido fiado a mi amigo el cantinero

Nunca le he pedido fiado a mi amigo el cantinero

Nunca le he pedido fiado a mi amigo el cantinero

Bueno, nada más unas dos o tres cervecitas, pero nomás

Qué no se caiga el ritmo, échele raza

Arriba Sinaloa

Si es lo que parece, es una despedida

Ya no te metas, quiero que te salgas mi vida

Si es lo que parece es un adiós definitivo

Te lo diré de frente ya no quiero estar contigo

Si es lo que parece, lo nuestro se termina

Tu mamá no nos deja ser felices, contamina

Por eso es que tu padre tiene cara de amargado

La vieja hizo al viejo totalmente desgraciado

Tú me quieres manejar, yo no me pienso dejar

Ya despierta de ese sueño porque eso no va a pasar

Si tu madre con tu padre un día hizo lo que quiso

Te aseguro que conmigo, no vas a trapear el piso

Tú me quieres manejar, yo no me pienso dejar

Con permiso yo soy alguien que no vas a controlar

Es verdad que soy borracho, pero soy con mi dinero

Nunca le he pedido fiado a mi amigo el cantinero

Nunca le he pedido fiado a mi amigo el cantinero

Nunca le he pedido fiado a mi amigo el cantinero

Bueno nada más unos dos tres cartoncitos de cerveza, pero nomás

Qué no se caiga el ritmo

Ay le compa wuero chumpo, dance compare

That the relative rhythm does not fall, throw it out, oh

If it is what it seems, it is a goodbye

Don't get involved anymore, I want you to get out of my life

If it is what it seems, it is a definitive goodbye

I'll tell you up front I don't want to be with you anymore

If it is what it seems, ours is over

Your mom doesn't let us be happy, she pollutes

That's why your father has a bitter face

The old woman made the old man totally miserable

You want to drive me, I'm not going to leave

Wake up from that dream because that's not going to happen

If your mother with your father one day she did what she wanted

I assure you that with me, you will not mop the floor

You want to drive me, I'm not going to leave

Excuse me, I am someone you are not going to control

It is true that I am drunk but I am with my money

I have never asked my friend the bartender for credit

I have never asked my friend the bartender for credit

I have never asked my friend the bartender for credit

Well, just two or three beers, but no more

That the rhythm does not fall, give it a race

Up Sinaloa

If it is what it seems, it is a goodbye

Don't get involved anymore, I want you to get out of my life

If it is what it seems, it is a definitive goodbye

I'll tell you up front I don't want to be with you anymore

If it is what it seems, ours is over

Your mom doesn't let us be happy, she pollutes

That's why your father has a bitter face

The old woman made the old man totally miserable

You want to drive me, I'm not going to leave

Wake up from that dream because that's not going to happen

If your mother with your father one day she did what she wanted

I assure you that with me, you will not mop the floor

You want to drive me, I'm not going to leave

Excuse me, I am someone you are not going to control

It is true that I am drunk, but I am with my money

I have never asked my friend the bartender for credit

I have never asked my friend the bartender for credit

I have never asked my friend the bartender for credit

Well, nothing more than two or three cartons of beer, but no more

That the rhythm does not fall