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Cuco Pena

CUCO PEÃ'A

Este es el corrido del grán Cuco Peña
Hombre bien bragado en toda su tierra
En el desayuno se echaba un tequila
Para el mediodía abría otra botella

Ya para la noche, pistola en la mano
Vaciando cantinas, giraba en tacones
Luego en una esquina buscaba chamacas
Sombrero de lado, camisa de fuera

Agarró a la vieja, la echaba en el anca
Clavaba la espuela y el caballo arranca
Y ocurrió esa noche que estando borracho
Después de quererla, quedó entre sus brazos

Ay Cuco Peña, ay alma en pena
Ay Cuco Peña, no era la buena
Ay Cuco Peña, ay alma en pena
Ay Cuco Peña, no era la buena

Luego al día siguiente, terror en la cara
"Qué hacía a su lado", él se preguntaba
Era el jóven Huicho, de extrañas maneras
Vestido de 'ñora, sonriendole ahora

"¡Me has roto la honra!", gritó Cuco Peña
Y desorbitado sacó la pistola
Dándo de balazos al pobre del Huicho
Lavó su deshonra el grán Cuco Peña

Detrás de las rejas el grán Cuco Peña
Triste y solitario cumple su sentencia
Pero de su celda ya hizo vivienda
Llegan sus muchachas, comida y bebida

Ay Cuco Peña, ay alma en pena
Ay Cuco Peña, no era la buena
Ay Cuco Peña, ay alma en pena
Ay Cuco Peña, no era la buena

Y este fue el corrido del grán Cuco Peña
Genio y figura hasta la sepultura
Trotando en el mundo su sombra vagaba
Buscando su hombría que alguien se llevara

Ay Cuco Peña, ay alma en pena
Ay Cuco Peña, no era la buena
Ay Cuco Peña, ay alma en pena
Ay Cuco Peña, no era una vieja...

Cuco Peña

CUCO PEÑA

This is the ballad of the great Cuco Peña
A tough man throughout his land
For breakfast he'd down a tequila
By midday he'd open another bottle

By nightfall, pistol in hand
Emptying cantinas, he'd twirl in his heels
Then on a street corner he'd look for girls
Hat tilted, shirt unbuttoned

He'd grab a woman, throw her on the haunches
Dig in his spurs and the horse would take off
And it happened that night, being drunk
After wanting her, she remained in his arms

Oh Cuco Peña, oh soul in pain
Oh Cuco Peña, she wasn't the right one
Oh Cuco Peña, oh soul in pain
Oh Cuco Peña, she wasn't the right one

Then the next day, terror on his face
"What was she doing next to him?", he wondered
It was young Huicho, of strange manners
Dressed as a woman, smiling at him now

"You've dishonored me!", shouted Cuco Peña
And wide-eyed, he pulled out his pistol
Shooting poor Huicho
The great Cuco Peña washed away his dishonor

Behind bars, the great Cuco Peña
Sad and lonely, serves his sentence
But he's made his cell a home
His girls, food, and drinks arrive

Oh Cuco Peña, oh soul in pain
Oh Cuco Peña, she wasn't the right one
Oh Cuco Peña, oh soul in pain
Oh Cuco Peña, she wasn't the right one

And this was the ballad of the great Cuco Peña
Larger than life, to the grave
His shadow wandered the world
Searching for his manhood for someone to take away

Oh Cuco Peña, oh soul in pain
Oh Cuco Peña, she wasn't the right one
Oh Cuco Peña, oh soul in pain
Oh Cuco Peña, she wasn't a woman...