Manuel Juarez - Joan Sebastian

En un ranchito en la sierra

Feliz vivía Manuel Juarez

Arrendando sus caballos

Cuidando sus propiedades

Trabajando bien su tierra

Poco sale a las ciudades

Bonita estaba su chata

Estaban recien casados

Vivían en casa de adobe

Pero bien enamorados

La feria del cuarto viernes

Se celebraba en el pueblo

Cerca de semana santa

Pero andaba suelto el diablo

Y arriba Sinaloa amigoo

Manuel ensillá una yegua

Tambien su potro mas fino

Con su sonrisa y su chata

Con rumbo al pueblo se vino

Caramba que mala pata

Que jugada del destino

Un tipo grita en la calle

Haaay que rechulas caderas

No se referia a la yegua

Y esas si son tiznaderas

Manuel le dió vuelta al potro

Y el otro sacó pistola

Juaréz herido de un brazo

El otro muerto echo bola

En las patas del caballo

Que Manuel Juaréz adora

Testigos hubo del caso

Y aunque a Manuel apresaron

Luego de averiguaciones

En libertad lo dejaron

Mientras que calladamente

Al ocicon sepultaron

Y en un ranchito en la sierra

Alla vive Manuel Juaréz

Con sus hijos y su chata

Tiene pocas amistades

Trabaja cuacos y tierra

Ya no sale a las ciudades

Yo con esta me despido señores

Y les recuerdo una cosa

Que aunque sea humilde el ranchero

Hay que respetar su esposa

In a little ranch in the mountains

Happy lived Manuel Juarez

Leasing your horses

Taking care of your properties

Working your land well

Little goes out to the cities

Pretty was her flat

They were just married

They lived in an adobe house

but well in love

The Fourth Friday Fair

It was celebrated in the town

Near Easter

But the devil was loose

And up Sinaloa friend

Manuel saddled a mare

Also his finest colt

With her smile and her flat

Heading for the town he came

Damn what a bad leg

what a play of fate

A guy screams in the street

Haaay you rechulas hips

He was not referring to the mare

And those are tiznaderas

Manuel turned the colt

And the other pulled out a gun

Juarez wounded in one arm

The other dead ball

in the horse's legs

That Manuel Juarez adores

There were witnesses to the case

And although Manuel was arrested

After inquiries

In freedom they left him

while quietly

al ocicon buried

And in a little ranch in the mountains

There lives Manuel Juarez

With his children and his chata

He has few friends

He works cuacos and land

He no longer goes out to the cities

With this I say goodbye, gentlemen

And I remind you of one thing

That although the rancher is humble

You have to respect your wife