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

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 Grande

He started speaking in Spanish, then he kissed his rosary

Said, "Por siempre mi amor, here's one more to her memory"

He said, "Don't live your life like a sad country song"

"A fool on a stool's still a fool, right or wrong"

"Proud as a bandido, 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 ya 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 your life like a sad country song"

"A fool on a stool's still a fool, right or wrong"

"Proud as a bandido, breaking hearts as he goes"

"Vaya con Dios"

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