El Último Jinete
Joan Sebastian
The Last Rider
Old boots tired of wandering
A hat worn down by the sun
He’s come knocking at your door, I heard him call
He’s the last rider of love
He found out he’s got a colt to rent
That colt you call your heart
I assure you, the hits don’t make him cry
I just need to give you an explanation
He wears flowers
Instead of spurs
He rides slow
With his caution
He’s the last rider of love
He’s the last one
The last one
The last rider of love
Old boots tired of wandering
He brings an empty jug and he’s thirsty
Let him drink from your springs
For his last hope is you
He wears flowers
Instead of spurs
He rides slow
With his caution
He’s the last rider of love
He’s the last one
The last one
The last rider of love
