LEARN LYRICS

For real, how Joaquín is missed

And even though he's not here, the legacy's still firm

Kids, I couldn't say goodbye

But from here I send you a hug

I didn't see this one coming, but I'm already here

And right now where do I go

But life is like that

I'm sending word that you be careful

Badiraguato, the sierra where he grew up

At his ranch La Tuna

Roads among trails, he had his caves

Built to his height

Puente Grande was the place

How could we forget that famous escape

And several years back, for wanting to kill him

They took a priest

When the old man would party

Always holstered the 701

Good rhythm for the dancing

Good steps he took with a blonde

Plenty of security all around the place

Relaxed and confident

Under the command of Cholo Iván

All ex-military, more armored than a wall

Let's go to Culiacán

Buddy Tito Double P, man

And let's go, buddy Luis R

Happy and in love across several ranches

He left several seeds

The oldest is Archivaldo, along with his brother

And the ones from Jesús María

One or two more out there without mention

But they're still family

Edgar's gonna look after them for me

I'll pray for him and send a hug up above

Friendships of greatness and for the wars

Very few came close

Compadres everywhere

But in my absence one switched sides

Just one federal agent was enough

To be locked up here

For not wanting to settle it, my Cholo Iván

You should've shot him

Now with this one I say goodbye to my friends

From my ranch and my mother

Play nice corridos, those old-school ones

Like my compadre's one