I'm going to tell you a very mental story What has already happened in the flower shop The sad story of a rancher in love He was a drunk, gambler and gambler That's what he was called and they called him Charrasquero He was brave and at risk in love He took the most beautiful women Of those fields there was not even a flower One Sunday he was getting drunk They ran to the canteen to warn him Take care, Juan, that out there they are looking for you There are many men, don't let them kill you He didn't have time to get on his horse Handguns were thrown at him I'm drunk, he shouted to them, and I'm a good rooster When a bullet went through his heart The milpa grew with the rain in the potrero And the pigeons are flying to the pedregal They take beautiful bulls to the slaughterhouse today What a good horse the corporal is riding And the bells of the sanctuary are ringing All the faithful go to pray And through the hill the ranchers are going down To a dead man who is taken to El Terram In a very humble hut a child is crying And the women advise and leave While his mother comforts him with affection Looking at the sky he cries and prays for his strength Here I finish singing this song Of Juan Ranchero Pendentiero and Burlador Who believed in women with sense And he was a drunk and gambler © BF-WATCH TV 2021