El Cowboy

Standing with his '45'
His cowboy hat and his watch
He looks at the time in a bad way
With a furrowed brow, a real gentleman

It's said in the town
He had more lives than a Siamese cat
He never gets into trouble, accompanied by his faithful friend

The town girls
Dream of stealing his heart
And he, who finds it so hard, always takes the opportunity

Riding his horse
He rides the path of darkness
Of weed, alcohol, women
And above all, of chance

He often risks his life in poker
With death, round and rematch
He doesn't need the good hand
He always wins with hope

And with the skill of a good player
He won by playing tricks
And with other people's coins
He wandered the bars around

He never really knew how to respect
Another man's woman
And if someone resisted
He knew right away they were next

Until one day an uncle got angry
And emptied his gun
Of course, it was from behind
No one was faster than the gentleman

It's not recommended to walk
On the main street
Of the town of brave cowboys
Where he used to live

Because you never know
If his angry soul still lingers around
What is known is that him and his shadow
No one can fight

Because he used to risk his life in poker
With death, round and rematch
He didn't need the good hand
He always won with hope

And with the skill of a good player
He won by playing tricks
And with other people's coins
He wandered the bars around