They threw the favorable ones
Heading to the wet mountain range
They killed Lucio Vazquez
For a young woman he loved
At eleven at night
Lucio was having dinner
Some friends arrived
To invite him to a fandango
Ay, Ay corrido by Lucio Vazquez
A man, yes, gentlemen
His mother told him, my heart tells me
Don't go Lucio to that dance, beware of betrayal
They mounted their horses towards the wet mountains
Where was the young woman that Lucio adored so much
Oh Lucio Vazquez, a man
When they arrived at the dance Lucio did not want to drink
One gave him a drink and another stabbed him with a dagger
After they had killed him they put dirt in his mouth
It is not the same to die as one has to
They threw the favorable ones
Heading to the wet mountain range
They killed Lucio Vazquez
For a young woman he loved

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