Juan Martha

They said the devil was carrying
Lies I didn't bring anything
What he had on his waist
It was a squad gun
He robbed and killed people
Because that's how he had fun
His head had a price
15,000 pesos worth

Juan Martha was brave
And feared of the government
The rural people feared him
As if it were poison
His little mother was crying
I cried and told him
If they gave me my son free
15,000 pesos would give

Don't cry anymore mother
You no longer offer them anything
That arriving at that little hill
I laugh at the agreed
Don't cry anymore mother
Don't be tormenting me
What of 100 lives I owe
I'm paying with one

Tonight with the moon
And tomorrow with the sun
They are going to take my life
Be it for the love of god
With this I say goodbye
But I leave you a letter
So that they continue singing
The corrido of Juan Martha