El Árbol de La Horca

The wind was swaying it, oh, such dark memories
It was my father's body with a noose around his neck
They hung him on Sunday from the branches of that cedar tree

I was barely 10 years old, I cried like a kid
The dog had a bullet wound, I knew it from its howls
But it dragged a spur that belonged to the killers

Mr. Judge, it belongs to you or maybe you forgot
I am Jesús Maldonado, son of the one who was hanged
You can guess the reasons why I came looking for him

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Up in Nuevo León, buddy

After all, the laws won't be able to save him
His kids are innocent, but that’s not the point
If you don’t make it by noon, you might not see them again

In the Coyote's pass, be very well prepared
If you don’t want a fight, I’ll drag you on my horse
From the branches of that cedar, I’m going to leave him hanging

Death was riding a horse, it witnessed the events
In the Coyote's pass, this case went down
There, Jesús Maldonado hung a judge from the letters