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