El Crimen De Culiacan

I’ll sing you this ballad about two men who were killed
Without a shred of mercy, they were tortured and thrilled
And when they were dead, they ran a car over them still

In the neighborhood of El Palmito, the city was Culiacán
There were Francisco López, and also Francisco Beltrán
They never imagined that they’d be the ones to die

Francisco López had some debts he couldn’t pay
He had killed the guy who stole from his love one day
But Francisco Beltrán wasn’t guilty in any way

Another day they found them at dawn’s early light
Their guts were hanging out, and a dog was taking a bite
And moments later, the police arrived on the site

With the Sinaloan band, they went to lay them to rest
And two mothers are crying, unable to feel blessed
For their beloved sons who are now in heaven’s nest

Now with this, I’ll say goodbye and share in my song
That bad company brings nothing good along
I say this for the ballad, don’t let it slip away wrong