El Sinaloense

I come from Navolato, they say I was born in El Roble
They call me a muleteer 'cause I whistle and it stops
And if I throw my hat, just watch how it reacts
Oh, oh, oh, mama, for God's sake

For God's sake, I'm so drunk, let it roll
The drum, play me that quelite
Then the lost child, and finally the little bull
So they can see how I jump, oh, oh, oh, mama, for God's sake

They call me the lover, but I got nothing of the sort
They also call me the black one, little black but lucky
And inside me, a rooster comes out, I won't back down from death
Oh, oh, oh, mama, for God's sake

For God's sake, I'm so drunk, let it roll
The drum, play me that quelite
Then the lost child, and finally the little bull
So they can see how I jump, oh, oh, oh, mama, for God's sake

I'm from the heart of Sinaloa, where the waves crash
I like a girl who's on her own and doesn't have a husband
So I won't be tied down when the party gets wild
Oh, oh, oh, mama, for God's sake

For God's sake, I'm so drunk, let it roll
The drum, play me that quelite
Then the lost child, and finally the little bull
So they can see how I jump, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh