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Hierva, Polvo Y Plomo

Tenía fama de bandido
Vivió siempre desde niño
Entre hierba, polvo y plomo

Su padre fue un traficante
Que no respetaba a nadie
Fue quien le enseñó el camino

15 años tenía Ramiro
Cuando su padre le dijo
"Vas a llevar este encargo"

"Con tu vida me respondes
Tú sabes cómo lo pones
En el condado de Hidalgo"

Ramiro cruzó nadando
El famoso Río Bravo
Y así llevó aquel encargo
Los compradores del polvo
Ya lo estaban esperando
En el condado de Hidalgo

Pasó la prueba de fuego
Para el orgullo del viejo
Muchas veces cruzó el río

Con hierba y cajas de parque
Y el polvo empezó a gustarle
Hasta hacerse drogadicto

Su padre le dijo un día
Que droga no le daría
Ni mucho menos dinero

Ramiro le contestó
"Tú fuiste quien me enseñó
Dame o te mando al infierno"

Sin darle tiempo de nada
Sacó su pistola escuadra
Y le disparó a su padre
Pero se guardó una bala
Para quitarse la vida
En presencia de su madre

Grass, Dust, and Lead

He had a bandit's reputation, my love,
Lived that life since he was a boy,
Amidst grass, dust, and lead, oh my.

His father was a trafficker, darling,
Who respected no one, you see,
He was the one who showed him the way, truly.

Ramiro was fifteen years old, sweetheart,
When his father told him so bold,
"You're going to take this delivery, my dear."

"With your life, you answer to me, my love,
You know how to handle it, I believe,
In Hidalgo County, my dove."

Ramiro swam across, my sweet,
The famous Rio Grande, you greet,
And so he delivered the package, complete.
The buyers of the powder, my flower,
Were already waiting for that hour,
In Hidalgo County, under their power.

He passed the test of fire, my rose,
To the old man's pride, everyone knows,
Many times he crossed the river's flows.

With weed and boxes of ammo, my dear,
And the powder began to appeal, it's clear,
Until he became an addict, I fear.

His father told him one day, my love,
That he wouldn't give him drugs, my dove,
Nor much less money, from above.

Ramiro replied, with a tear,
"You were the one who taught me, my dear,
Give it to me or I'll send you to hell, I swear."

Without giving him any time, my sweet,
He pulled out his pistol, discreet,
And shot his father, can you believe it?
But he saved one bullet, my dear,
To take his own life, it's clear,
In the presence of his mother, my fear.