Ballad of Sylvestro Morales | El Bandido de California Outlaw Corrido

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🎶 Ballad of Sylvestro Morales (El Bandido de California) is a dark outlaw corrido inspired by true crimes from 1880s California.
Sylvestro “Pedro” Morales, a feared Mexican bandit, rides again in this bilingual western ballad full of haunting brass, ghostly legends, and frontier justice.
💀 Based on true events – from San Quentin to Los Alamitos Bay – this song captures the chilling saga of a man "with the devil in his heart."

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Ballad of Sylvestro Morales – El Bandido de California | Outlaw Corrido!
LYRICS:
(Verse 1)
Down in old California, where the sun burns red and wild,
Rode a man with eyes like thunder — not a soul, just a child.
They called him Pedro Morales, cold as the desert night,
With a pistol on his hip, and a taste for blood and fright.

(Verse 2)
He shot a merchant in silence, then vanished in the haze,
Did seven years in San Quentin, walked free with deadlier ways.
He robbed the mine at Almaden, left a trail of stolen grace,
And on a black horse, he disappeared without a single trace.

(Hook – en español)
Ay, Pedro... bandido sin perdón,
Con el alma negra y el diablo en el corazón.
Ay, Pedro... la muerte te va a buscar,
Pero siempre vas primero, como sombra en el solar.

(Verse 3)
He took young Nymphia Brown one night, from a quiet rancho land,
With fear behind her trembling eyes, she held the devil’s hand.
They ate their stolen dinners, while searchers passed them by,
And vanished into chaparral beneath the crimson sky.

(Verse 4)
He killed poor Henry Charles down by the ranch corral,
Left his body in the dust — the law went straight to hell.
Keno Wilson gathered men, with vengeance in their eyes,
And swore to take down Pedro, dead or alive.

(Hook – en español)
Ay, Pedro... fantasma en el monte,
El plomo canta fuerte, pero tú siempre te escondes.
Ay, Pedro... leyenda criminal,
California still remembers how you made the angels fall.

(Verse 5)
They caught him near Los Alamitos Bay,
With the girl still trapped, afraid to run away.
He swore revenge in court, with a calm and deadly grin,
And waited twenty years just to strike again.

(Verse 6)
Out he walked in 1909, playing meek and mild,
But his heart still beat like thunder, cruel and wild.
He found Castillo sleeping, shot him in the night,
Then vanished like a ghost — swallowed by the light.

(Final Chorus – bilingual)
Ay, Pedro… outlaw of the land,
With a black horse running and a pistol in your hand.
Ay, Pedro… tu historia no murió,
In every dusty cantina, they still whisper "El bandido..."

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🎵 Lyrics by: Borna Cuk
🎶 Music & Voice: AI Generated

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