Una 45 (part. Natanael Cano)

A .45 watches my back
A short horn, my guardian angel
I left that ranch close to La Palma
Accounts and currents today I make them burn

Of strong character and well-tanned leather
I have a good mind to make money
I've been through hunger, I've been a prisoner
I count on my people, pure sincere friend

I'm not one to talk, much less to show off
Low-profile mode with leather sandals
Just an old Ford to go around
And without leaking oil, I have my account full, eh-ah

I don't need to carry luxuries for them to know what I have
I don't hang out with the crowd, I keep my distance
I'm very much in love, I bring that from my lineage
I live among danger, I know very well what I'm getting into

For a good corrido, the story must be true
Many show-offs with false trajectory
They say they know, that they are well tangled
If they look closely, they end up scared

I'm a ranch man, with boots and a hat
I bet on a good rooster and a good fast horse
The school I come from is the teaching of the hill
My word is firm, solid as steel