Crímen de Culiacán

I’ll sing you this ballad
About two men who were killed
Without a shred of mercy, they were tortured real cruel
And when they were dead, they ran them over with a car

In the neighborhood of El Palmito
The city was Culiacán
There were Francisco López
And also Francisco Beltrán
They never imagined they were gonna get whacked

Francisco López had some debts to pay
He had killed the guy who stole his girl away
But Francisco Beltrán wasn’t guilty of a thing

Another day they found them
At the break of dawn
His guts were hanging out, and a dog was munching on
And moments later
The cops rolled up on the scene

With the Sinaloan band
They went to lay them to rest
And two mothers are crying
Unable to find solace
For their beloved sons
Who are now up in heaven

Now with this, I’ll take my leave
And I’ll tell you in my song
That bad company
Leaves nothing good behind
I say it in this ballad
Don’t let it slip your mind