En La Raya
Chuy Lizarraga y su Banda Tierra Sinaloense
On The Line
If I die, it must be on the line
If they kill me, may it not be treacherously
If they look for me, they will surely find me
I tell them with all my heart
None of my vices is shameful
They are guitar, horse, and woman
I prefer the woman with a braid
Horse to ride in the countryside
I am very old-fashioned
That's how I am, what can I do?
My heart calms down
Just by loving and loving
If I die, it must be on the line
If they kill me, may it not be treacherously
If they look for me, they will surely find me
I tell them with all my heart
If I die, it must be on the line
If they kill me, may it not be treacherously
If they look for me, they will surely find me
I tell them with all my heart
I never give up my vices
They are guitar, horse, and woman
The guitar to sing to the wind
Happy or sad for some love
I am very old-fashioned
That's how I am, what can I do?
My heart calms down
Just by loving and loving
If I die, it must be on the line
If they kill me, may it not be treacherously
If they look for me, they will surely find me
I tell them with all my heart
