Ramon Ayala y Sus Bravos Del Norte - Corridos Con

El Presidiario

Qué triste es la vida de la soledad
Sufriendo las penas que mi Dios me da
Qué triste es la vida de un hombre cautivo
Que está en una tumba y se encuentra vivo

Pobres de mis padres, cómo llorarán
Por su hijo querido que no volverá
Adiós, vida mía, me voy a marchar
Quisiera en mis brazos poderte estrechar

Qué triste recuerdo a mi memoria viene
Contando las rejas que mi prisión tiene
Cerrojos, cadenas, presagios, tormentos
Y todo es tristeza en mi pensamiento

Adiós, madrecita, ya no te veré
Adiós, madrecita, no te vuelvo a hablar

Adiós, vida mía, me llevan cautivo
Me lleva la escolta, me va a fusilar
Adiós, vida mía, me llevan cautivo
Me lleva la escolta, me va a fusilar

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Writer(s): Pedro Gonzalez
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