El Sinaloense

I come from Navolato, they say I was born in Roble
They tell me I'm a muleteer because I whistle and he stops
And if I throw my hat at them, you'll see how it works
Oh Oh Oh Mama for God's sake

For God's sake, I'm drunk and I want you to follow me
The drum, let them play my quelite
Then the lost boy, and finally the little bull
So you can see how I jump Ay Ay Ay, Ay Mama for God's sake

They call me the lover but I have nothing of that
They also call me the black one, blackie but lucky
Because if a rooster jumps on me, I won't run to death
Oh Oh Oh, Oh Mama for God's sake

For God's sake, I'm drunk and I want you to follow me
The drum, let them play my quelite
Then the lost boy, and finally the little bull
So you can see how I jump Ay Ay Ay, Ay Mama for God's sake

I am from the very Sinaloa, where the waves break
I like one who walks alone and doesn't have a husband
So as not to be engaged when the wedding happens
Oh Oh Oh, Oh Mama for God's sake

For God's sake, I'm drunk and I want you to follow me
The drum, let them play my quelite
Then the lost boy, and finally the little bull
So you can see how I jump Ay Ay Ay

Oh Oh Oh