Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vaquero, artist - Aaron Watson. Album song Vaquero, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 23.02.2017
Record label: Big Label
Song language: English
Vaquero |
This old Mexican cowboy at the bar |
Looked a hundred years old |
He had a million dollar smile |
And his withered brown skin shimmered like California gold |
He said, «I'm a little short on cash, but I’m long on life» |
«For a shot of tequila, I’ll give you some dang good advice» |
He said, «Don't leave your beer in the hot Texas sun» |
«Don't argue with a woman while she’s holding a gun» |
«Never cheat when it comes to love or dominoes» |
«Vaya con dios» said the old vaquero |
Well my heart sank |
The more he drank, the more he poured out his misery |
How he lost her after forty seven years |
And his tears started flowing like the Rio Grand-e |
He started speaking in Spanish then he kissed his rosary |
Said «Por siempre mi amor», his one more to her memory |
He said, «Don't live you life like a sad country song» |
«A fool on a stool is still a stool, right or wrong» |
«Pride is a bandito breaking hearts as he goes» |
«Vaya con dios» said the old vaquero |
I walked over to the corner, turned the old jukebox on |
When I turned back around like a ghost he was gone |
So I paid his tab, called a cab, called it a night |
And came straight home to you |
As we laid there in bed I told you all the things he said |
We laughed, we cried, and I held you the whole night through |
You know I think of him often, out there all alone |
Maybe he was an angel, or just an old man from San Anton |
He said, «Don't leave your beer in the hot Texas sun» |
«Don't argue with a woman while she’s holding a gun» |
«Never cheat when it comes to love or dominoes» |
«Vaya con dios» |
He said, «Don't live you life like a sad country song» |
«A fool on a stool is still a stool, right or wrong» |
«Pride is a bandito breaking hearts as he goes» |
«Vaya con dios» said the old vaquero |
He said, «Vaya con dios» |
This old Mexican cowboy at the bar |
Looked a hundred years old |
He had a million dollar smile |
And his withered brown skin shimmered like California gold |