Era Cabron El Viejo - La Arrolladora Banda el Limón

Venia bajando del cerro

En su cuaco cimarron

Huyendo de aquel teniente

Al mando de un peloton

Lo que no sabian los wachos

Era que el viejo era cabron

Paulino sembraba mota

En el barranco del cerro

Pero no se imaginaba

Que alguien le pusiera dedo

Por eso los federales

Lo traian al puro pedo

Les preparo una emboscada

A la orilla del camino

Se metio dos pericasos

Tambien un trago de vino

Van a saber estos wachos quien es el viejo Paulino

Se olle el trotel de caballos

Por el canon del olivo

Paulino se la jugaba

Y siempre salia vivo

Nomas jalo el llamador

De su fiel cuerno de chivo

Nomas me falta el soplon

Para acabar de vengarme

Segun mi punto de vista

Se me hace que es mi compadre

Voy a buscarlo a su rancho

Para partirle su madre

Habra muchas despedidas

Pero como esta ninguna

Siempre fue cabron paulino

Desde que estuvo en la cuna

Came down the hill

In his cuaco maroon

Running from that lieutenant

In command of a platoon

What the wachos did not know

It was that the old man was a bastard

Paulino planted weed

In the ravine of the hill

But he did not imagine

Somebody put a finger on it

That's why the feds

They brought him to the pure fart

I prepare an ambush

by the side of the road

He got two incidents

Also a glass of wine

These wachos are going to know who the old Paulino is

The trotel of horses is olle

By the canon of the olive tree

Paulino played it

And he always came out alive

I just pull the caller

From his faithful goat's horn

I just need the snitch

to finish taking revenge

According to my point of view

It seems to me that he is my compadre

I'm going to look for him at his ranch

To break his mother

there will be many goodbyes

But as this none

He was always Pauline bastard

Since he was in the crib