Lyrics: From the humblest people there is a story That leaves a mark, but is not written alone And this one was born in the mountains of Sinaloa Where the real deal is found And it will remain in many memories And the man who reached the blue of the sky And took his first steps In the ranch of Huiziopa As a child, he sold pans To help his beloved mother Walking among the ranches, he grew up And learned about life Things he did not know He became a man and continued with his trade Pure product of the mountain What Juan José sold He learned a great talent while growing up Intelligent, calm, and very discreet He started in the ranks of Pedro Avilés He worked with Miguel Félix And also for Don Neto Friend of Caro Quintero's name Of Don Mayo and Don Joaquín And now, why should I tell you (Pure Del Records) Bullets and work don't go together Blue is a color of truce for everyone Just with words, he calmed everything Calmed storms And settled with anyone He knew how to handle the government His brain is something to envy He made a mess in the borders With the green and sticky gum They were the trademarks of Don José Esparragoza The gringos look for him, but can't find him He's hard to catch He is accused of smuggling tons of drugs Into the United States Drugs that they themselves buy These are passages from Don Juan on his path In his memory, Juan Ignacio and Rosalio Blue blood is from humility And Sinaloan strengths by inheritance Remember what I'm telling you Don't forget about the people from the mountains Who, despite poverty Managed to change their destiny
