| My god how pretty Maria's little rancho is
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| And how sweet is this adventure
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| It makes you wanna sing like those people
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| My god how pretty Maria's little rancho is
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| At the edge of the Rio-Grande, the crowd is in merriment
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| A roof under garlands shines in the summer sun
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| Around we saraband the people come to sing
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| My God, Maria's little rancho is pretty
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| With those pink tiles and those bouquets of mimosas
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| As long as you talk about it, everyone will tell you
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| How Maria's Little Rancho Was Built
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| All the guys in the village of all ages got into it
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| Pedro made the windows, Manolo painted them
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| Joseph put up the roof, Miguel made the fence
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| And each one of them was singing as they worked hard
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| My God, Maria's little rancho is pretty
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| When you're an orphan you still have to have a roof
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| And glancing at her all the boys thought quietly
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| To cross the threshold yes it is me that she will choose
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| The object of this party is that last summer
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| His humble cottage had burned down one evening
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| And those who remade it would like to live in it
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| My God, Maria's little rancho is pretty
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| With those pink tiles and her bouquets of mimosas
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| As long as we talk about it, everyone will tell you
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| How Maria's little rancho was acquitted
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| One sigh for Manuel, two smiles for José
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| For Pedro three flowers and Manolo two kisses
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| For Carlos a glance, for Luis a walk
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| For Miguel a maybe
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| And for others even less than that
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| My God, Maria's little rancho is pretty
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| And how sweet is this adventure
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| It makes you wanna sing like those people
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| My god he's pretty, my god he's pretty
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| My God, Maria's little rancho is pretty |