Linda Ronstadt - Corrido De Cananea Lyrics

written by Rubén Fuentes



Voy a dar un pormenor

De lo que a mi me ha pasado,

Que me han agarrado preso

Siendo un galla tan jugado.



Yo me fui para Agua Prieta

A ver quién me conocia

Y a las once de la noche

Me aprehendió la policia.



Me aprehendieron los gendarmes

Al estilo americano,

Como un hombre de delito,

Todos con pistola en mano.



La carcel de Cananea

Esta situada en una Mesa

Y en ella fui procesado

Por causa de mi torpeza.



Despedida no la doy

Porque no la traigo aqui

Se la deje al santo niño

Y al señor de Mapimi.





This beautiful corrido (story song)

is a favorite of my brother Pete who is

el jefe de policia in Tucson. He tells

a story about singing this in his

police car with one of the regular

drunks that he would pick up and either

escort to jail or drive home, depending

on how much mischief the man had been

up to. It is a song from Sonora sung

during the Revolutionary war, and I

remember my dad and his great compadre,

Felipe, singing its many verses late

into the night with a good bottle of

mexcal for the accompaniment.L.R.





Ballad of Cananea



I'm going to detail

What happened to me,

That they have taken me prisoner

Being a well played rooster.

(Even though I've been around and

should have known better.)



I went to Agua Prieta

To see if I had a reputation there

And at 11:00 at night

The police apprehended me.



They arrested me

In the American style,

As though I were a criminal

All of them with pistol in hand.



The jail of Cananea

Is situated on a plateau

And in it I was processed

On account of my stupidity.





I give you no farewell

For I don't have it with me

Leave it to the Holy Child

And to the Lord of Mapimi.



© 1987 Normal Music/ BMI