THE SNAKE ON THE ROAD

Jota, popular song of Villafáfila

1st

The snake on the road

They step on her and she opens her mouth

The men in the casino

They speak what does not concern them.

I told your mother, and in the cellar,

Since she was drunk, she no longer remembers.

She no longer remembers, girl, she no longer remembers,

I told him in your mother, and in the cellar.

You are one and you are two,

you are three and you are forty.

You are the largest church,

where everyone enters.

I told your mother, and in the cellar,

Since she was drunk, she no longer remembers.

She no longer remembers, girl, she no longer remembers,

I told him in your mother, and in the cellar.

They say to marry

I would also get married

If married life

It was like the first day.

I told your mother, and in the cellar,

Since she was drunk, she no longer remembers.

She no longer remembers, girl, she no longer remembers,

I told him in your mother, and in the cellar.

I sang a jot one day

and a gallant answered me, you're jotica sir,

don't sing it again.

I told your mother, and in the cellar,

Since she was drunk, she no longer remembers.

She no longer remembers, girl, she no longer remembers,

I told him in your mother, and in the cellar.

2nd

D. Elías Rodrigue Rodríguez transcribes it just as it was sung to him in 1980. Jota, was very popular in Villafáfila and also has La Mancha airs, I don't know its origin. It was danced with multiple refrains.

You are one and you are two,

you are three and you are forty.

You are the largest church,

where everyone enters.

I told your mother, and in the cellar,

Since she was drunk, she no longer remembers.

She no longer remembers, girl, she no longer remembers,

I told him in your mother, and in the cellar.

If you love me, just tell me,

and if I don't tell you to go,

don't keep me serene,

that I am not a pitcher of water.

I told your mother, she said: we'll see.

The word is not bad, we have a wedding.

We have a wedding, girl, we have a wedding,

I told your mother, she said: we'll see.

From my door to the church

you have to put a vine,

for when I go to mass,

don't let the sun hit my face.

I told your mother, that they paper you,

that, to the wallpaper, nobody wants them.

Nobody wants them, girl, nobody wants them,

I told your mother, that I papered you.

By the edge of a sword

a snake walks,

no matter how much the edge cuts,

shorter a bad language.

I told your mother, the rheumy one,

that in the pharmacy they sell, rose water.

Rose water, girl, rose water,

I told your mother, the rheumy one.

The snake on the road

They step on her and she opens her mouth

The men in the casino

They speak what does not concern them.

To the sea that you go, dear Pepe,

to the sea that you go, I'm going to see you,

I'm going to see you, girl, I'm going to see you,

Saved:

Jose Luis Dominguez Martinez.

Activity of the House of the Park "El Palomar" Lagunas de Villafáfila Nature Reserve

Traditional songs of Tierras de campo 20210.

Picked up by:

1st

2nd Elias Rodriguez Rodriguez. collected in 1980.

Popular song of Villafáfila. ne Manchego airs, origin unknown. It was danced with multiple refrains.

Jot.

The snake on the road.

Transcription and montage:

Jose Luis Dominguez Martinez.

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