Trança de China

It's a sad thing, friendly folks
When you leave a love behind
You take a turn through someone else's land
When you return, it's no longer there

I say this because it happened
I left China inside the little ranch
And the wicked one got upset
She left and left me alone

(If it were summer, it wouldn't be anything, but in winter
Any skinny one is missed, buddy)

When she heard of my arrival
She returned to the ranch to ask for forgiveness
I told her you are forgiven
But to live with me, no

I jumped on China, pulled out the silver knife
And gave her a cut that cut her braid
I had a braided rein made
And that's all I have left of her as a memory

(A false woman in a ranch is like another cocked gun
Against us, friend)

I told her you will leave
Since you were sheared by me
Turn around and go out into the field
Because false China is worth nothing to me

It's a sad thing, friendly folks
When you leave a love behind
You take a turn through someone else's land
When you return, it's no longer there
(It's tough)