Manuel Juarez

On a small ranch in the mountains
Manuel Juarez lived happily
Leasing your horses
Taking care of your properties
Working his land well
He rarely went out to the cities

Her flat was pretty
They were newly married
They lived in an adobe house
But very much in love

The fourth Friday fair, gentlemen
It was celebrated in the village
Near Easter
But the devil was on the loose

Manuel saddles a mare
Also his finest colt
With his smile and his flat
Heading towards the town he came
Wow! What bad luck!
What a twist of fate!

A guy screams in the street
Oh, what cool hips!
He didn't mean the mare
And those are the soot ones

Manuel turned the colt around
The other one took out a gun
Juarez, wounded in the arm
The other, dead, curled up
On the horse's legs
That Manuel Juarez adores

There were witnesses to the case
And although Manuel was arrested
After investigations
They set him free
While quietly
They buried the snout

And in a little ranch in the mountains
Manuel Juarez lives there
With his children and his flatbed truck
He has few friends
He works with horses and land
He doesn't go out to the cities anymore

With this I say goodbye, gentlemen
And I remind you of one thing
Even if the rancher is humble
You have to respect his wife