I came from Navolato, people said I was born in "El Roble"

They say that I am horse trainer  I whistle and they stand up

I throw them my hat, and you will see how they buck and gallop

Ay, ay, ay!  Mom, for God's sake!

For God's sake I am very drunk, have the drum (music) follow me

tell them to sing "El Quelite," followed by "The Lost Child"

and finally "El Torito" so you hear the way I sing

Ay, ay, ay!  Mom, for God's sake!

Play it loud Panchito!

People call me a lover, but I am not one at all

Everybody calls me the black; a black but with good luck

because if a brave jumps me I am not afraid of death

Ay, ay, ay!  Mom, for God's sake!

For God's sake I am very drunk, have the drum (music) follow me

tell them to sing "El Quelite," followed by "The Lost Child"

and finally "El Torito" so you hear the way I sing

Ay, ay, ay!  Mom, for God's sake!

I am peaceful but from Sinaloa, where the waves brake in

and look for the lonely one, and if she has a husband

don't compromise yourself when a ball comes as a result 

Ay, ay, ay!  Mom, for God's sake!

For God's sake I am very drunk, have the drum (music) follow me

tell them to sing "El Quelite," followed by "The Lost Child"

and finally "El Torito" so you hear the way I sing

Ay, ay, ay!  Mom, for God's sake!

Desde Navolato vengo, dicen que nací en el Roble

Me dicen que soy arriero porque les chiflo y se paran

y les aviento el sombrero, ya veran como reparan

!Hay, hay hay!  !Mamá por Dios!

Por Dios que borracho vengo, que me siga la tambora

que me canten el quelite, después el "Niño Perdido"

y por ultimo "El Torito" pa' que vean como me pinto

!Hay, hay hay!  !Mamá por Dios!

!Hechale ganas Panchito!

Me dicen enamorado, pero de eso nada tengo

Todos me dicen el negro, un negro pero con suerte

porque si me salta un gallo, no me le rajo a la muerte

!Hay, hay hay!  !Mamá por Dios!

Por Dios que borracho vengo, que me siga la tambora

que me canten "El Quelite," después el "Niño Perdido"

y por ultimo el torito pa' que vean como me pinto

!Hay, hay hay!  !Mamá por Dios!

Soy denue pero Sinaloa, donde se rompen las olas

y busquen a que ande sola, y cuando tenga marido

pa no andarte comprometido cuando resulte la bola

!Hay, hay hay!  !Mamá por Dios!

Por Dios que borracho vengo, que me siga la tambora

que me canten "El Quelite," después el "Niño Perdido"

y por ultimo "El Torito" pa' que vean como me pinto

!Hay, hay hay!  !Mamá por Dios!