The Chuma
The Chuma was a tough bone
Let's be honest
Too bad he didn't know
Where the commander lived
The day he arrived in Maderas
He told some ranchers
Don't thank me for the visit
I only came for money
The police in the mountains
Tried to arrest him
Chuma made the horn sing
And started chasing them
He just wanted an excuse
As he liked to kill
For robberies and kidnappings
His days were numbered
Just because his horn
Killed many policemen
Beautiful royal pines
My memories to Guainopa
And that dividing mountain range
Between Chihuahua and Sonora
When he flew his plane down
A platoon followed him
Chuma made the horn sing
But this time he failed
And that corrido ends
Death took him away
