Juan Charrasqueado - Revolver

«…Ya llego juan charrasqueado…

Encierren las viejas porque me las llevo»

Voy a cantarles un corrido muy mentado

Lo que ha pasado alla en la hacienda de la flor

La triste historia de un ranchero enamorado

Que fue borracho parrandero y jugador

Juan se llamaba y lo apodaban charrasqueado

Era valiente y arriesgado en el amor

A las mujeres mas bonitas se llevaba

Que aquellos campos no quedaba ni una flor

Un dia domingo que se andaba emborrachando

A la cantina le corrieron a avisar

«Cuidate juan que ya por ahi te andan buscando

Son muchos hombres no te vallan a matar»

No tuvo tiempo de montar en su caballo

Pistola en mano se le hecharon de a monton

Y les gritaba estoy borracho y soy buen gallo

Cuando una bala atraveso su corazon

«Y ando en busca de una prieta, porque prietas

Hasta las mulas.!»

Crecio la milpa con la lluvia en el potrero

Y las palomas van volando al pedregal

Bonitos toros llevan hoy al matadero

Que buen caballo va montando el caporal

Ya las campanas del santuario estan doblando

Todos los fieles se dirigen a resar

Y por la sierra los rancheros van bajando

A un hombre muerto que lo llevan a enterrar

En una choza muy humilde llora un niño

Las mujeres le aconsejan y se van

Mientras su madre lo consuela con cariños

Mirando al cielo llora y reza por su juan

Aqui termino de cantar este corrido

De juan ranchero charrasqueado y burlador

Que se creyo de las mujeres consentido

Y fue borracho parrandero y jugador

«… Juan charrasqueado has arrived…

Lock up the old ones because I'm taking them»

I'm going to sing you a very mentioned corrido

What has happened there in the hacienda de la flor

The sad story of a rancher in love

That he was a drunkard partygoer and player

Juan was called and they nicknamed him charrasqueado

He was brave and risky in love

He took the most beautiful women

That those fields did not remain a single flower

One Sunday he was getting drunk

They ran to the canteen to warn

«Take care, Juan, they are already looking for you out there

There are many men, they do not go to kill you »

He didn't have time to mount his horse

Pistol in hand, they fired at him in abundance

And he yelled at them I'm drunk and I'm a good rooster

When a bullet went through his heart

"And I'm looking for a dark woman, because dark

Even the mules!»

The cornfield grew with the rain in the pasture

And the doves fly to the stony ground

Beautiful bulls take to the slaughterhouse today

What a good horse the foreman is riding

Already the bells of the sanctuary are tolling

All the faithful go to pray

And through the mountains the ranchers are going down

To a dead man being taken to bury

In a very humble hut a child cries

The women advise him and leave

While his mother comforts him with affection

Looking at the sky he cries and prays for his Juan

Here I finish singing this corrido

From juan ranchero charrasqueado and mocker

What was believed of spoiled women

And he was a drunkard partygoer and player