"Un Corrido del Chupacabras" genre: Regional Mexicado
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	Rocking norteño ballad about the mysterious Goatsucker, in Spanish
	CD: I Fell Credits: Todo por Tracy Duvall, 2000
	Story Behind the Song The first part was performed live at La Hora Municipal, in Mazatlan, Mexico. Lyrics Este es un corrido del Chupacabras, que salió un domingo de Los Mochis ... El Chupacá tiene trompa de elefante y ojos rojos e hipnozantes, pies de cabra o de gallina son discutidos pero no duden que de la sangre es nutrido. Tamaño vaquero, tiene alas sin pluma. Ataca con la fuerza de un puma. En la tierra no deja su tarjeta, pero dos huecos en el cuello es su etiqueta. Saliendo de Puerto Rico a Brasil, migró este ser de monstruoso perfil. Llegó a la tierra chiapaneca, pero se antojaba una sierra mas seca. Conoció a la CFE y los usereros, y le dieron consejos verdaderos. Lo invitaron a Sinaloa por aficiones comunes: "Acá los chupasangres somos impunes." Quédense en sus casas esta noche. El Chupacá no repite sus reproches. Mujeres, cuiden de sus cargas masculinas. No deben andar de borregos en las cantinas. Este fue un corrido del Chupacabras. Ojalá que recuerden de mis palabras: qué feliz el Chupacá al ver los mazatlecos que la crisis no deja secos. TRANSLATION This is a ballad about the Goatsucker, who left one Sunday from Los Mochis The Goatsuck has an elephants trunk; red, hipnotizing eyes; goats or chickens feet its debated but dont doubt that it feeds on blood. Cow-sized, it has wings without feathers. It attacks with the force of wildcat. It doesnt leave its card on the ground, but two holes in the neck are its label. This monstrous-looking being migrated, leaving Puerto Rico for Brazil. It arrived in the land of Chiapas, but it was hungry for a drier range. It met the electric company and the usurers, and they gave him true advice. They invited him to Sinaloa out of common hobbies: Here we blood-suckers act with impunity. Stay in your houses tonight. The Goatsuck doesnt repeat its reproaches. Women, take care of your masculine burdens. They shouldnt be like sheep in the bars. This was a ballad about the Goatsucker. Lets hope that yall remember my words: how happy the Goatsuck is to see people from Mazatlan, whom the crisis has not dried up.

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