El Sinaloense - Juan Gabriel

Lola el otro dia me dio mezcal de la palma

Y cante y baile con banda

Y se me alboroto hasta el alma

Desde nabolato vengo

Dicen que naci en el roble

Me dicen que soy arriero

Por que le chiflo y se para

Si les a viento el sombrero

Ya veran como repara

Hay, hay, hay mama por dios

Por dios que borracho vengo

Que me siga la tambora

Que me toquen el quelite

Despues el niño perdido

Y por ultimo el torito

Pa' que vean como le brinco

Hay, hay, hay, mama por dios

Me dicen enamorado

Pero de eso nada tengo

Tambien me dicen el negro

El negro pero con suerte

Y ami aunque me salga un gallo

No me le rajo a la muerte

Hay, hay, hay, mama por dios

Por dios que borracho vengo

Que me siga la tambora

Que me toquen el quelite

Despues el niño perdido

Y por ultimo el torito

Para que vean como le brinco

Hay, hay, hay, mama por dios

Soy del mero sinaloa

Donde se rompen las olas

Y busco una que ande sola

Y que no tenga marido

Pa' no estar comprometido

Cuando resulte la bola

Hay, hay, hay, mama por dios

Por dios que borracho vengo

Que me siga la tamborra

Que me toquen el quelite

Despues el niño perdido

Y por ultimo el torito

Para que vean como le brinco

Hay, hay, hay

Hay, hay, hay

The other day Lola gave me mezcal from La Palma

And sing and dance with a band

And she stirred up my soul

I come from nabolato

They say I was born in the oak

They tell me I'm a muleteer

Why do I whistle at him and he stops

If I blow your hat

They will see how it repairs

There is, there is, there is mom for God's sake

By God I come drunk

Let the drum follow me

Let them touch my quelite

After the lost child

And finally the little bull

So that they can see how I jump

There is, there is, there is, mother for God's sake

they call me in love

But I have nothing of that

They also call me black

The black but with luck

And ami even if I get a rooster

I do not shy away from death

There is, there is, there is, mother for God's sake

By God I come drunk

Let the drum follow me

Let them touch my quelite

After the lost child

And finally the little bull

So that they can see how I jump

There is, there is, there is, mother for God's sake

I'm from mere sinaloa

where the waves break

And I'm looking for one that walks alone

And that she does not have a husband

To not be committed

When the ball turns out

There is, there is, there is, mother for God's sake

By God I come drunk

Let the drum follow me

Let them touch my quelite

After the lost child

And finally the little bull

So that they can see how I jump

There is, there is, there is

There is, there is, there is