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Manuel Juarez

En un ranchito en la sierra
Felliz vivía Maunuel Juárez
Arrendando sus caballos cuidando sus propiedades
Trabajando bien sus tierras
Poco salia las ciudades
Bonita estaba su chata
Estaban recién casados
Vivían en casa de adobe
Pero bien enamorados
La feria del cuarto viernes señores
Se celebraba en el pueblo
Cerca de semana santa
Pero andaba suelto el diablo
Manuel ensilla una yegua
También su potro más fino
Con su sonrisa y su chata
Con rumbo al pueblo se vino
Caramba qué mala pata
Qué jugada del destino
Un tipo grita en la calle
Ay que rechulas caderas
No se refería a la yegua
Y esas si son chingaderas
Manuel le dió vuelta al potro
El otro sacó pistola
Juárez es herido de un brazo
El otro muerto hecho bola
En las patas del caballo
Que Manuel Juárez adora
Testigos hubo del caso
Y aunque a Manuel aprehesaron
Luego de averigûaciones en libertad lo dejaron
Mientras que calladamente
Al hocicón sepultaron
Y en un ranchito en la sierra
Allá vive Manuel Juárez
Con sus hijos y su chata
Tiene pocas amistades
Trabaja cuacos y tierras
Ya no sale a la ciudades
Yo con esta me despido señores
Y les recuerdo una cosa
Que aunque sea humilde el ranchero
Hay que respetar su esposa

Manuel Juarez

In a little ranch in the mountains
Manuel Juárez lived happily
Renting his horses, looking after his properties
Working hard on his lands
He rarely visited the cities
His girlfriend was beautiful
They were newlyweds
They lived in an adobe house
But they were very much in love
The fair of the fourth Friday, folks
Was celebrated in the village
Near Holy Week
But the devil was on the loose
Manuel saddles a mare
And his finest stallion too
With his smile and his girlfriend
He set off for the village
Gosh, what bad luck
What a twist of fate
A guy shouts in the street
Oh, what luscious hips
He wasn't referring to the mare
And that's really outrageous
Manuel turned his stallion around
The other guy drew his gun
Juárez was wounded in the arm
The other guy dead as a doornail
At the feet of the horse
That Manuel Juárez adores
There were witnesses to the incident
And although Manuel was apprehended
After investigations, he was set free
In the meantime, quietly
They buried the loudmouth
Now Manuel Juárez
Lives in that little mountain ranch
With his children and his wife
He has few friends
He tends horses and lands
He doesn't visit the cities anymore
Well, with this I say goodbye, folks
And I remind you of one thing
That even though the rancher is humble
You have to respect his wife