Soy de Rancho

Yes, sir
I'm from the ranch
I'm in boots and on horseback

I was born and raised in the mountains
Ravines and trails
I've navigated them

The smell of cattle
Sacks of weed
And the rooster's crow

With beans
Of water and salt
My parents raised me

I didn't need more than a good cot
And a thick blanket
For the frosts

And when it got hot
I'd bathe in the river

But I also
Like the brands
Dressing in style
Driving good cars
And even though my money is rural
It's worth the same here
I didn't steal it

The hills covered
With wild weed
Filling sacks

Roll up your sleeves, folks!
Eah!
I'm from the ranch
To all the people in Chicago
From Monterrey, Nuevo León, buddy
From Sonora

And in a Razer
Or on horseback
Or a livestock truck

It depends on the reason
The business or the trail
Or on the road

And if I'm partying
Just with the ladies
The HEMI awaits me

The Virgin of
Guadalupe
And a Saint Jude on my chest

It's true that I'm a believer
And, even though I'm very rural
I'm also very serious

And if you've wondered
About my womanizing
It comes from my grandfather

With pride I say: I'm from the ranch!
And if I wear designer clothes
I don't forget the past
The best advice from an old man
Very grateful
To my beloved father

And the hill is witness
That among the pine trees
I've made it through