Fuerza Regida La Tierra Del Corrido

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I saw my dad listening to Chalino

Drinking wine with his dad

With the corridos and the songs

They livened up their parties

Now I know why I turned out tough

Because I'm just like the old folks

The inheritance was the good life

And I give my body what it asks for

I live happily emptying bottles

I'm the first one for the party

My dad used to say to woo women

Bring something and let it show

Every day the chaos doesn't break me

Because that's how I am and that's what I work for

I express it and I know I get wasted

I turned out just like my old man

Let the party begin

Nights of craziness with norteño and banda

In between, the guitars

And it's not a trend, this is how my parties are

Well, of course, that's how I was raised

With the corridos and the horses

We are already three generations

And the corridones will continue

This is not a trend, this is culture

We have to drink, you bastards

My land is the land of the corrido

Good people with style

Wherever I go, I have friendships

And wherever I arrive, chaos breaks out

I also have two or three

Girls who are no f*cking joke

A big favor, if one day I die

Mourn me for a month, a whole month

Instead of a burial, let there be a party

With everything in abundance

Let there be a big celebration in the cemetery

With accordion and banda

A crazy guy, a little accelerated

A loyal friend who never fails

I always enjoy, I love the bad things

Without much talk, we buy it here

Let the party begin

Nights of craziness with norteño and banda

In between, the guitars

And it's not a trend, this is how my parties are

Well, of course, that's how I was raised

With the corridos and the horses

We are already three generations

And the corridones will continue

This is not a trend, this is culture

We have to drink, you bastards

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