I will sing to all of you
a corrido from my neighborhood
that talks about love and pain
Oh, sure it is!
It is the story about the tirado
This happened a century ago
and the memories still remain
The death of the tiradito
a sad story of the neighborhood
People say his name was Juan
and that he came from Sonora
Oh, sure he did!
He came looking for a job
and he found it right away
In his beautiful Mexico
he was a man of low resources
He lived in poverty
in the neighbor nation
Poor guy
He didn't have any documents
and Border Patrol didn't exist back then
But he knew that his luck was about to change
He arrived at a house
asking for a job
His job as an honest man, he was a lumberjack
That was the way he supported himself
working in an honest way
That was the way he gained people's respect
with the sweat on his forehead
It was at some neighbor's house
Oh, sure he did!
where he got a room
at that house live Apolonio
he lived with his wife
Her name was Carmelita
she was Apolonio's wife
Oh, damned heaven
Jealously, to be more precise
The devil would enter into Apolonio's mind
One stormy night
the husband decided to go out
Carmelita was praying to the divine God
Come and pray with me Juanito
pray with me for God's sake
Notice that the storm blew off the ceiling
At that moment Apolonio got home
and he found them on their knees
Poor guys
Without asking any questions he killed them with an axe
Holy God, what a terrible man
The place where he was found laying
now it is called Main street
People say that he was buried right there,
they said it was a good place
Fly, fly little dove. Fly away to the eternal Tucson
Ask to Juan the tiradito the neighborhood's salvation
We don't care
about the freeway's coming
We sure don't!
Our houses are worth more than
the law's money
And to make this story short
let me tell you that this event
about the tiradito, was our neighborhood's salvation
Sure it was! Thank you.
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Voy a cantarles a ustedes
un corrido de mi barrio
es de amores y dolores
Hay seguro que sí
Es la história del tirado.
Un siglo ya se paso
hay aun queda la memoria
La muerte del tiradito
en el barrio triste história
Dicen que se llamaba Juan
y que vino de Sonora
Seguro que sí
Venia buscando trabajo
y lo encontro sin demora.
En su México querido
era un hombre de ambición
Vivió pobre, muy pobre
en la vecina nación
Pobrecito
No ténia documento
y la migra no existía
Pero el sí ya sabía que su suerte cambiaría
Llegó pidiendo a un casa
no lismo nomas la voz
Con su oficio de hombre honrado oficio de leñador
Y así ganaba el sustento
trabajando honradamente
Y así ganaba el respeto
con el sudor de su frente
Fue en casa de unos vecinos
Seguro que sí
donde aposento le dieron
Allí vivía Apolonio
vivía el con su esposa
Carmelita se llamaba
la esposa de Apolonio
Ay por el cielo maldito
Celos mejor dicho
Se le meteria el demonio
Una noche tempestuosa
en que el marido salio
Carmelita le rezaba al divino redentor
Reza conmigo Juanito
reza conmigo por Dios
Mira que ya la tormenta hasta el techo se llevó
En eso llega Apolonio
incaditos los halló
Pobrecitos
Y sin preguntarles nada con un hacha los mató
Bendito sea Dios, que hombre tan ingrato
Donde lo hallaron tirado
ahora se llama calle Main
Dicen que allí esta enterrado,
dicen que allí esta muy bien
Vuela, vuela palomita, vuela hacia el siempre Tucson
Pide a Juan el tiradito del barrio la salvación
No nos importa a nosotros
la venida del freeway
Seguro que no!
Más no valen nuestras casas que
el dinero de la ley
Y pa' no hacerla más larga
sepan que esto sucedió
del tiradito el milagro que a nuestro barrio salvó
Seguro que sí Gracias.
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