La Carcel De Cananea

Voy a dar un pormenor
De lo que a mi me ha pasado:
Que me han agarrado preso,
Siendo un gallo tan jugado.
Me fui para el Agua Prieta
A ver quien me conocia,
Y a las once de la noche
Me aprehndio la policia.
Me aprehendieron los gendarmes (sharifes)
Al estilo americano:
Como era hombre de delito
Todos con pistola en mano.
Me enviaron a Cananea
Atrevesando la sierra,
No me les pude pintar
Por no conocer la tierra.
Al llegar a Cananea
Alli perdi la esperanza;
Porque alli fui consignado
Al juez de primera instancia.
A otro dia por la manana
Nos raparon la cabeza,
Porque me iba a visitar
El administrador de mesa.
Me sacaron un recibo
De la casa del congreso,
Donde preguntaba el juez:
-Sabe usted por que esta preso?
Yo le conteste muy serio,
Poniendome muy formal:
-No me han de formar un templo
Ni un palacio de cristal
La carcel de Cananea
Se edifico en una mesa,
Y en ella fui procesado
Por causa de mi pobreza.
De tres amigo que tengo
Ninguno me quiere hablar,
Comenzando por el Chango,
El Leoncito y el Caiman.
Despedida no les doy
Porque no la traigo aqui,
Se la deje al Santo Nino
Y al Senor de Mapimi.
Ya con esta me despido
Por las hojas de un granado.
Aqui se acabo el corrido
De este gallo bien jugado...

English Translation

Cananea Jail

I will give a detail
Of what has happened to me:
That they have taken me prisoner,
Being a rooster so played.
I went to Agua Prieta
Let's see who knew me
And at eleven at night
The police apprehended me.
I was apprehended by the gendarmes (sharifes)
American style:
As he was a man of crime
All with pistols in hand.
They sent me to Cananea
Daring the mountains,
I could not paint them
For not knowing the land.
Arriving in Cananea
There I lost hope;
Because there I was consigned
To the judge of first instance.
Another day in the morning
They shaved our heads
Because he was going to visit me
The table manager.
They got me a receipt
From the congress house,
Where the judge asked:
-Do you know why you are in prison?
I answered very seriously,
Getting very formal:
-They will not form a temple for me
Not a crystal palace
The jail of Cananea
It was built on a table,
And in it I was processed
Because of my poverty.
Of three friends that I have
No one wants to talk to me
Starting with the Chango,
The Lioncito and the Caiman.
I do not give them farewell
Why don't I bring it here
I left it to Santo Nino
And to the Lord of Mapimi.
With this I say goodbye
By the leaves of a pomegranate.
Here the run is over
Of this well-played rooster...