Los Tres Gallos
Los Tigres del Norte
The Three Roosters
Coming from Jalisco
They arrived in Mazatlán
They were three bold roosters
Who loved to strut around
They were the men of the hour
They didn’t like to wait
Abelardo said to Eliseo
This isn’t feeling right
I hear the cawing of vultures
Over by the centennial
Let Javier Barba know
To get himself ready
Around 2 in the afternoon
Abelardo was killed
Then it was Eliseo’s turn
They took them down like dogs
There were soldiers wounded
Barba got hit too
Javier, badly hurt, said
As he was near death
My friends didn’t show up
The ones who cared for me
If Corita were here
Another rooster would sing for us
What do you think, sailor?
Three sharks went down
They fell out of the water
Because of some treacherous fingers
Envy isn’t a good feed
To fatten up shrimp
Goodbye Javier and Abelardo
And also the blond Salcido
Because they were three fine roosters
This ballad is for them
They lived life their way
And well, we lost them.
