Corrido a Don Rufino

I'm gonna sing a ballad
Hope you like it, cousin
About a man of many talents
Goes by the name Don Rufino
He's been in several prisons
Now he's prison meat

He's taken dust to Texas
And marijuana to Chicago
In Los Angeles, the DEA
Locked him up for a while
But the old man got out
He doesn't give a damn

He's killed a lot of people
He's short-tempered and tough
Those who've tried to rope him
No problem, he catches up
The devil knows more from being old
No obstacle for this bull

He likes to hang out at cockfights
And horse races
Enjoying a little skin
One of those with a well-shaped body
He says that when he dies
Who can take away what he's enjoyed

Don Rufino says goodbye
Says I'm from Guerrero
He'll keep dodging
Dealing with the white guys
This lion can't be caught
Not with a lasso
Not with dogs