Pachito

He was a man from my hometown
From this one-of-a-kind place
Who played his guitar
Loved to party all night
Everyone called him Pachito
He was a real stand-up guy

He loved for his girl
To hear him sing his song
And he’d bring serenades
To the door of his home

The last time I saw Pachito
I visited him at the graveyard
There were four mourners there
And he was in his coffin

He was a good man
He was my friend
He was Pachito
This is his song

In the yard of his house
A carnation blooms bright
With the tears from his eyes
Isabel waters it right

With the tears from his eyes
Isabel waters it right
His love was Pachito Campo
And she’s still true to him

How beautiful it is to have love
And friends like him
His name was Francisco Campo
The one Manuel sings about