El Sinaloense

*And there goes buddy*

From Nabolato I come
They say I was born in El Roble
They tell me that I am a mule driver
why does it piss him off and he stops?
if I throw my hat to them
you will see how it repairs

Ay ay ay
Oh mom for God's sake

By God I come drunk
Let the Morales follow me
let them play me the "Quelite"
after the "Lost Boy"
and finally the "Torito"
so they can see how I paint myself

Ay ay ay
Oh mom for God's sake

*Yeah, and up Sinaloa, Sonora*

They call me in love
but I have nothing of that
everyone calls me El Vale
okay but with luck
because if a rooster jumps at me
I don't mind death

Ay ay ay
Oh mom for God's sake

By God I come drunk
Let the Morales follow me
let them play me the "Quelite"
after the "Lost Boy"
and finally the "Torito"
so they can see how I paint myself

Ay ay ay
Oh mom for God's sake

I am from mere Sinaloa
where the waves break
and I'm looking for one that walks alone
and she doesn't have a husband
to not be committed
when the wedding happens

Ay ay ay
Oh mom for God's sake

By God I come drunk
Let the Morales follow me
let them play me the "Quelite"
after the "Lost Boy"
and finally the "Torito"
so they can see how I paint myself

Ay ay ay
Ay ay ay