Así Se Usa En Los Ranchos

He popped a Coke with a Super
'Cause there was no bottle opener
His heart was racing in his chest
Took a straight shot of the Coke, then rang the doorbell

Then he sent for a cow
They wanted to give it to him
No, folks, I'm not here 'cause I'm starving
I brought that one from my roots, then he started laughing

As soon as he arrived, he went to patrol
House by house to say hi, 'cause that's how it's done in the ranches
Some folks, when they see him come
The joy was hard to miss, while others not so much
What can't be denied is that the old man didn't go unnoticed

The band played between the beams
He says, "Get a better sound"
There's no song that doesn't sound good
Especially if they sing La Petrita, and another round goes down

He had returned to his homeland
The mountains that saw him born
For reasons, he got lost for a while
And he savored the moment when it was time to come back

The glass bottle to chill
The cow turned into a feast, with the band playing a good set
The sun was going down
The oven wanting to bake bread and the frost kept coming strong
Few will understand, these are luxuries that are priceless