Junior H - El Hijo Mayor

En vivo desde Hermosillo, Sonora de los corridones
El Hijo Mayor con la bandona, ¡jálese, viejo!

Ya no se mira pasar
Ese Camaro negro por las calles
En verguiza con su gente
Varios lo recordarán, sé que lo extrañarán
Así, como era su modo acelerado
Atrabancado y muy valiente

En la sierra, donde la pasaba
Y se desestresaba fumándose un gallo
Pero bien águila, por si sale algún pendiente
Deportivos, camiones, las duras
Las cortas y largas con las que portaba
Por si se ocupa, por si sale algún pendiente

Era adicto a la adrenalina
Era lo que lo activaba
Y sacaba el jale en caliente
En el convoy, puro' suicida'
Listos pa' tirar vergazos
No la pensaban dos veces

A estas alturas, ya sabrán de quién les hablo
Su nombre, no puedo ni mencionarlo
Yo fui el hijo mayor de aquel señor tan mentado

Arriba Sonora, compadre
Con mucho respeto

Mil historias que contar
Mucho para platicar
Son recuerdos que solo quedan grabados
En la memoria de su gente

Hombre con la voz de mando
Disparando, el mismo diablo
Siempre al frente su comando
Y, en la sierra, cuántas batallas ganamos

Ah, cómo echamos balazos
Con muy buenos aparatos
Y, en la empresa de mi apá, hay pa' eso y más
Mas no sabía lo que le esperaba
Una mala jugada de pronto llegaba
Pero así es la vida, de repente se nos va

Era adicto a la adrenalina
Era lo que lo activaba
Y sacaba el jale en caliente
En el convoy, puro suicida
Listos pa' tirar vergazos
No la pensaban dos veces

A estas alturas, ya sabrán de quién les hablo
Su nombre, no puedo ni mencionarlo
Yo fui el hijo mayor de aquel señor tan mentado

Live from Hermosillo, Sonora of the corridos
The Eldest Son with the band, ¡jálese, viejo!

You no longer see pass
That black Camaro through the streets
In trouble with his people
Many will remember him, I know they'll miss him
Like that, as was his fast way
Reckless and very brave

In the mountains, where he spent his time
And de-stressed smoking a cigarette
But very alert, in case something comes up
Sports cars, trucks, the tough ones
The short and long ones that he carried
In case it's needed, in case something comes up

He was addicted to adrenaline
It was what activated him
And he did the job intensely
In the convoy, pure 'suicide'
Ready to shoot it out
They didn't think twice

At this point, you'll know who I'm talking about
His name, I can't even mention it
I was the eldest son of that well-known man

Up Sonora, compadre
With much respect

A thousand stories to tell
Much to talk about
They are memories that only remain engraved
In the memory of his people

A man with a commanding voice
Shooting, the devil himself
Always his command in front
And, in the mountains, how many battles we won

Ah, how we fired shots
With very good weapons
And, in my father's business, there's enough for that and more
But he didn't know what awaited him
A bad play suddenly arrived
But that's life, suddenly he's gone

He was addicted to adrenaline
It was what activated him
And he did the job intensely
In the convoy, pure suicide
Ready to shoot it out
They didn't think twice

At this point, you'll know who I'm talking about
His name, I can't even mention it
I was the eldest son of that well-known man