Jorge Gamboa — El Clavo song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Clavo" by Jorge Gamboa.
Lyrics
No le encontraron el clavo
A la bronco colorada
Ellos estaban seguros
Que la traía bien cargada
Y aunque le pusieron dedo
No pudieron hallar nada
Se me acerco el comandante
Y me empezó a investigar
Dime donde traes el clavo
No te quiero lastimar
Si nosotros la encontramos
No te la vas acabar
Me bajaron de la bronco
Los perros la revisaron
La carga venia curada
Por eso no la olfatearon
Me les pele del las manos
Se quedaron con las ganas
A Los Ángeles me fui
Ya me estaba esperando
En una bodega vieja
Bajamos el contrabando
Ay me acorde de los hueros
Cuando me estaban pagando
Manejo el negocio chueco
Me gustan las emociones
Yo no le temo a la muerte
Y menos a las prisiones
Nunca me atengo a mi suerte
Me atengo a mis pantalones
La bronco ya la cambie
Porque la tenían plaquiada
Ahora ando en una suburbana
Que también ya fue arreglada
Con el clavo que le hicieron
Los perros no le sen nadaaaaaaaa…
Lyrics translation
They didn't find the nail.
To the colored bronco
They were sure
That it was loaded well
And though they put a finger on him
They couldn't find anything.
I approached the commander.
And he started investigating me.
Tell me where you got the nail.
I don't want to hurt you.
If we find her
You're not gonna finish it.
I got off the bronco.
The dogs checked it.
The load was healed
That's why they didn't smell her.
Skin my hands
They stayed in the mood
I went to L. A.
He was waiting for me.
In an old cellar
We got the contraband down.
Oh, I remember the orchards.
When they were paying me
I manage the chueco business
I like emotions
I'm not afraid of death
And less to prisons
I never stick to my luck
I stick to my pants
The bronco already changed it
Because they had it plastered.
Now I'm in a suburban
Which has also been fixed
With the nail they made him
Dogs don't feel him.…