You Ain't Got Nothing On Me

Original lyrics in English:
 "You Ain't Got Nothin' On Me"
 Copyright 1984 U.S. Library of Congress
 It went down in Chicago
 in 1921
 In a dark and dirty alley
 that's where they gunned him down
 he'd been nothin' but trouble
 from the moment he hit town.
 He had plenty of money,
 'didn't have a home
 'had a part time woman
 but he was always alone
 'had a look that was icy
 it chilled you right down to the bone.
 He was the King of wheelin'
 'did some dealin' too
 well, now rumor has it
 he also killed a few
 but the law couldn't nab him
 there was nothin' they could prove.
 His Dear ol' Mamma tol' him
 the day he went his way
 he'd decided to quit school
 'cause he thought it would be real cool
 she said," Hey son, don't you go an' do nothin' wrong"
 spoken: "'cause I'm gonna be watching you"
 It went down in Chicago
 in 1921
 in a dark and dirty alley
 that's where they gunned him down
 he'd been nothin' but trouble
 from the moment he hit town.
 It's so cold in the city,
 when you're friends with no one
 just like that cold and windy alley
 where"the boys" gunned him down
 but before he fell
 into that bottomless well
 he said "Hey buddy,
 you ain't got nothin' on me
 'said hey buddy, you ain't got nothin' on me
 he said hey buddy,
 you ain't got nothin' on me.
 by Carmen Hernandez Ochoa
 " El Callejòn Sin Salida"
 Sucediò en Chicago
 en la prohibiciòn
 en la parte mas obscura
 de un viejo callejòn
 donde un hombre y su historia
 encontraron un final.
 En el callejòn sonaba, un sensual saxofòn
 cuando èl interpretaba, su mas intensa canciòn
 y a la gente electrizaba con su gemido espectral.
 Ya venìa marcado de otra gran Ciudad
 su hogar habìa dejado por dedicarse a tocar
 siempre habìa deseado ser un Bluesman ejemplar.
 Con las notas desahogaba una gran pasiòn
 y con ellas ahuyentaba la desesperaciòn
 sin su musica a su lado
 perderìa la razòn.
 Sucediò en Chicago, en la prohibiciòn
 en la parte mas obscura
 de un viejo callejòn
 donde un hombre y su historia
 encontraron un final
 el dia menos pensado
 desaparecio
 y la voz de su instrumento
 en el callejòn se apagò
 pero para mi
 su musica nunca muriò
 y sigue viva
 en ese callejòn
 y sigue viva
 en ese callejòn
 y sigue viva
 en èse viejo callejòn.