For real, how Joaquín is missed
And even though he's not here, the legacy stays firm
And well, I couldn't say goodbye, but from here I send you all a hug
I didn't see this one coming, but I'm already here, right now where do I go?
But life is like that, I send word that you all be careful
Badiraguato, the mountains where I grew up, at the ranch La Tuna
Paths among trails, he had caves carved to his height
Puente Grande was the spot, how to forget that famous escape
And several years back, for wanting to kill him, they took a priest
When the old man partied, the 701 was always tucked
Good rhythm for dancing, he moved well with a blonde
Plenty of security all over the place, relaxed and safe
Under Cholo Iván in charge, straight ex-military, more armored than a wall
Let's go to Culiacán, buddy Tito Double P, man
And let's go, buddy Luis R
Joyful and in love, across several ranches he left several seeds
The oldest is Archivaldo, together with his brother and those from Jesús María
One or two more out there unmentioned, but they're still family
Edgar will look after them, I'll pray to him, a hug up above
Friendships of greatness, and for the wars very few reached me
Buddies everywhere, but in my absence one switched sides
One federal agent was enough for me to be locked up here
For not wanting to settle, my Cholo Iván would've shot him
With this I say goodbye to my friends, my ranch and my mother
Play pretty corridos, those old ones, like my compadre's