Corriente y Canelo
Pedro Fernández
Simple And Tan-colored
He went off, following the trail
Of the master who never came back
It had been more than three days
Since he refused to eat
He was simple and tan-colored
That dog I'm talking about
They called him troublemaker
As they watched him grow
What a dog, such a noble soul
What a dog, I'll never forget him
He left one October night
From far-off San Juan del Río
Didn't feel hunger or cold
He just wanted to find his master
He reached Querétaro, far away
Saw the stars in San Luis
And at sunrise, left his tracks
On the ground of Matehuala
What a dog, such a noble soul
What a dog, I'll never forget him
When he passed through Saltillo
He ran into many coyotes
Fought them off and fled the hills
To keep moving on his way
In Monterrey and Sabinas
He felt he was getting close
Exhausted, barely standing
But he refused to sleep
What a dog, such a noble soul
What a dog, I'll never forget him
Then he crossed the border
Tracking scents from the other side
Still chasing the master he lost
Until, at last, he found him
He lay down on a tombstone
Where a sign was standing tall
Here lies a laborer
And the noble dog passed away
What a dog, such a noble soul
What a dog, I'll never forget him
