| My parrot, my goat and my rooster
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| The finest of pets that you’ll find
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| With them I bring joy wherever I go
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| And make some to make things go round
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| To New Mexico and Arkansas
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| And even to Illinois' shores
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| I sell off my kids to the highest bid
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| And then I return home for more
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| I grew up to thrive among horses
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| And I do not deny I was poor
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| Now my name is known throughout the plains
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| And among the güeros in the north
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| Death rides ever by my side
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| And the high lords far behind
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| For where there’s will there’ll be a way
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| And my ways are hard to find
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| Money’s a treacherous companion
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| And that’s why I spend mine with ease
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| On women and friends, to smoothen the bends
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| Yeah, I keep just the little I need
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| They say that my pets bring but pain and regrets
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| And then they ask me to pass them a booster
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| It’s the greatest of men who come again and again
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| To my parrot, my goat and my rooster |