El Pio Diaz

The heritage is in his veins, the proof is in his last name
He's the son of Valtar Diaz, everyone calls him Pio
Nocoriva, Sinaloa, what a beautiful little ranch
Among ranches I've grown up from side to Badiraguato
And in Culiacan, Sinaloa, I've wandered around
With my buddies and friends, we enjoy the party

Let the northerners come, also the tuba and guitars
Women, whiskey, and beer, may we lack nothing
To have fun for a while, I'll wait for you in the palapa

Buddies, I have reliable friends and I send them greetings
Angel, you're one of them, also Vicente and Juanito
I think I remember you well, you were one of my favorites
From Culiacan to the north, I'll keep working
The blessing of my father, Javier Diaz, my brother
From heaven, they watch over me, Pio says, toasting

I have many things on my mind, work and commitment
But something I won't forget, the love of my children
My woman and the family, blessings that I've had