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Corrido de Valente Quintero, E

Aquí me siento a cantar
Con cariño verdadero
Versos que le compusieron
A don Valente Quintero

Valente se fue a Santiago
A ver sus nuevos amores
Se fue con su carrillera
Con sus cuatro cargadores

La querida le decía:
"Valente, ¿qué vas a hacer?"
El mayor anda tomado
Algo te ha de suceder

Valente le contestó:
"De eso no tengas pendiente
Al cabo si eres mayor
Yo también soy su teniente"

Valente llegó al fandango
Les mandó tocar el toro
Si el mayor paga con plata
Yo se los pago con oro

Los músicos le contestan:
"No lo sabemos tocar"
Valente, tú andas borracho
Lo que quieres es pelear

El mayor le contestó:
"Yo soy hombre de cuidado"
Valente, tú no eres hombre
Eres un ocasionado

Valente le contestó:
"No soy hombre ocasionado
Con esta 45
No respeto ningún grado"

Se salieron para afuera
Se apartaron de la bola
A los poquitos momentos
Se oyen tiros de pistola

Vuela, vuela, palomita
Párate en aquel romero
Que aquí termina el corrido
De don Valente Quintero

Corrido de Valente Quintero, E

Here I sit down to sing
With genuine affection
Verses composed for him
For Don Valente Quintero

Valente went to Santiago
To see his new loves
He went with his rifle
With his four horse holders

His lover said to him:
"Valente, what are you going to do?"
The man is drunk
Something bad is going to happen to you

Valente answered her:
"Don't you worry about that
After all if he's a major
I'm also his lieutenant"

Valente arrived at the fandango
He ordered them to play the bull
If the major pays with silver
I'll pay them with gold

The musicians answered him:
"We don't know how to play that"
Valente, you're drunk
You just want to fight

The major answered him:
"I'm a careful man"
Valente, you're no man
You're a troublemaker

Valente answered him:
"I'm no troublemaker
With this 45
I don't respect any rank"

They went outside
They moved away from the crowd
After a few moments
Pistol shots are heard

Fly, fly, little dove
Light on that rosemary
For here ends the corrido
Of Don Valente Quintero