.Máquina 501, la que corrió por Sonora
Por eso los garroteros, el que no suspira llora
Era un domingo señores, como a las 3 de la tarde
Estaba Jesús GarcÃa, acariciando a su madre
Dentro de pocos momentos, madre tengo que partir>Del tren se escucha el silbato, se acerca mi porveni.
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