Vaquero

This old Mexican cowboy at the bar looked a hundred years old He had a million-dollar smile And his weathered 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 47 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 still a fool 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 and old man from San Antone 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 still a fool right or wrong Pride is a bandito 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 weathered brown skin shimmered like California gold