No Ocupa Banda Pa Bailar Mi Cuaco

With the flower of Spain marked on my ass
Stepping on quelites, crossing ravines
Riding my horse and a jug of water
The road is long and the sun doesn’t rest

Ranch hat and a thick mustache
If my hands are rough, it’s from hard work
Thanks to my father, I’m an honest man
And thanks to my mother, I enjoy all this

I’m a descendant of Don Pancho Villa
I’m a true Mexican and I never forget
That I was born in a town with a midwife
And even as time passes, I don’t change my flag

Better to walk than ride a borrowed horse
That’s the lesson life taught me
If my boots are clanging, it’s from the spurs
Though it annoys those bitter folks
I prefer the huarache over a fancy suit
A simple woman and buddies who don’t back down

(And what comes easy in this life, just as easily goes)
(But what takes hard work and comes from the heart)
(That, that’s what lasts, long live Mexico, buddy)

A wild steer jumped the fence
I hopped on a colt to drive it back in
I threw two lassos and got it on the third
And I was able to handle it to pen it up

I don’t need a band to dance my horse
In my old truck, I just turn on the radio
There’s nowhere to go, it’s got good wood
Well, I spurred it on and that was a while ago

Better to walk than ride a borrowed horse
That’s the lesson life taught me
If my boots are clanging, it’s from the spurs
Though it annoys those bitter folks

I prefer the huarache over a fancy suit
A simple woman and buddies who don’t back down