El Corrido Del Invalido
Julión Álvarez y Su Norteño Banda
The Ballad of the Invalid
How have you been, Everardo
I heard they had you sitting
In a wheelchair
Because of some gunshots
And that you were in a coma
According to what I was told
I realize it's true
I'm really surprised
I don't share your sadness
And you know the reasons
I was planning to kill you
But I prefer you alive
Where are those bosses
That you were a gunman for
That implacable power
Those nerves of steel
That you always boasted about
Saying you were the best
Look, Mr. Commander
I appreciate your compliment
And good intentions
But you haven't understood
That from where I am
I can shoot you down
That courage you speak of
You know I still have it
And my great friendships
Sent hitmen
To cut off your head
To make an example of you
Underneath this serape
That you see on my legs
I carry the same gun
That in that shootout
Made you and all your people
Run away
With this same gun
I'm going to send you to hell
And on the day I die
I don't want to see you again
Because right there in hell
I'll kill you all over again
