1. En la cárcel del condado
Sacaron una cadena,
Eran puros prisioneros
Que iban a sufrir su pena.
2. Fue el veintitres de octubre,
Como a las ocho serían,
Llevan veintiséis convictos
A la penitenciaría.
3. Van Guadalupe García
también un americano,
Con su corazón muy triste,
Y su destino en la mano.
4. Juan Vicente y Chuy Cisneros
Le hablan a Roberto Mora:
-- Dile a Sabas Escobedo
Que ya se llegó la hora.
5. Sabas estaba muy triste,
Acababa de llorar,
Pues había que ir a la pinta
Ocho años iba a pasar.
6. Todos van a Leavenworth
Por no saberse tantear,
El whiskey y la marijuana
Que algo bueno han de dejar.
7. No les valen los consejos
Que sus padres les han dado,
Sabiendo bien que esos viejos
Ya por todito han pasado.
8. Unos dejan a sus madres
Rogándole al Dios del Cielo
Que se duela de sus hijos
Y que les mande algún consuelo.
9. Otros dejan a sus hijos
Esperando a su papá,
Y sus padres a la finca,
Sabe Dios, hijo verás.
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In the county jail
They took out a chain gang,
It was just prisoners
That were going to suffer their sentences.
It was October twenty third
It was around eight
They took twenty six convicts
To the penitentiary.
Guadalupe Garcia went
Also an american,
With a sad heart
And his destiny in his hands.
Juan Vicente and Chuy Cisneros
Said to Roberto Mora:
“Tell Sabas Escobedo
That the time has come.”
Sabas was very sad,
He stopped crying,
Eight years were going to pass
in jail.
All of them went to Leavenworth
Because they didn’t know how to see
That whisky and marijuana
Was something that they should leave alone.
They didn’t pay attention to the
advice
That their parents gave them,
Knowing that for these old people
It was all over.
Some left their mothers
Begging God in Heaven
To feel sorry for their children
And to give them some consolation.
Others left their children
Waiting for a father,
And their parents waiting for the estate,
God knows, child you will see.
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