Los 3 Amarradores

Year '59, I've got it fresh in my mind
Cattle started disappearing, all across the land
In the hills, you could hear the rumble of trucks and rigs

That ranch in Agiabampo, it was the meeting place
That's where Gaxiola and the Razcon brothers did their thing
Some headed to Navojoa, others to Irrigacion

Hey, Chico Moroyoqui, don't be so low-down
Now you'll tell me who stole my cattle
Or I'll hang you

And Chico replied: The truth I'll tell you now
The calves you're missing, Gaxiola took them away
With a wire brand, he marked them himself

In fancy cars, they cruised down by the river
Drinking cold beer and yellow mezcal
At the expense of Siqueiros and Pancho Castillo

The Razcon brothers, showing no concern
But under the table, they paid the judge
First fifty thousand, then ten thousand more

When the cocaine showed up, they were racing around
Alejandro Pacheco said: These are the real ones
Chicoron backed down, here comes Julian Contreras

Soto, locked up in jail, didn't even want to eat
When he went out to testify, he could't hold himself together
I've sold calves, but they belonged to my wife

With this, I say goodbye, my best wishes to you all
This corrido is composed from Agiabampo to Las Flores
And here ends the story of the three rustlers