El Huaqueño

I'm not from these towns
I'm from Huaco
A little broken down
Wearing a poncho made of guanaco

From the carob tree I come
And I'm just passing through
Because in San Juan my girl
Is waiting there for me

The girl who's waiting for me
Is young and pretty
I bring her the carob
To make a little treat

I'm a Huacqueño, a muleteer
I love my wine
Because I'm a jachallero
Very much from San Juan