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They call me the Duranguense
because of my taco hat
I like being a scorpion
and tobacco doesn't make me any more
that's why I'm a miscreant
I'm more badass than handsome
br/>when I sigh my friends
my nose is happy
if I tell you green it is green
here and in another country
and for everyone I always walk
more placed what a calsetin
I'm going to paradise
and to the Jerez fair
I know Zacatecas
right and backwards
when I go to last
also They treat me very well
and I say greetings to all the heavy race of Zacatecas and Durango,
and above the mountains that are still greening my friend
others send the planes
and I put the burden on them
they love me and respect me
because I always make them want to
sometimes I take surprises
and daring melgaza
from Santa Maria to Santiago
until we get down to Nayahrid
the whole mountain range is mine
I bring pure miscreants
I tell them what to do
and they are there to comply
when I leave for Durango
I like to listen to the band
let the scorpions come
to start the party
let them play me that one with the goat also the camel of the year
hey just buddy, it even seems We're walking through Torres, hey, and we're going to Moconostle, pure paradise, Zacatecas, friend. They think I'm from Durango, but I live in Chicago. From Durango to Zacatecas, I can go anywhere.
I can only tell you
I am a stupid bastard