El Corralero

Thud, thud, thud, thud
thud, thud, thud, thud, oh
thud la-ra-la-la, thud la-ra-la-la la-lai la-rai la-lai.

The ranch hand's in bad shape,
out in the pasture,
he's getting old,
we gotta help him pass on,
so he won't suffer anymore,
you were always the sharpest,
and that's why you need to ease his pain.
Chorus…
How can you expect me,
who raised him from a colt,
to stab him in the chest,
because the boss ordered it?
Just let him graze,
don't ignore my advice,
because I’ll bury him,
when he dies of old age.

thud la-ra-la-la, thud la-ra-la-la la-lai la-rai la-lai.

By the creek down low,
I found him lying there,
almost at his end,
I approached him slowly,
and tried to explain,
but seeing him resigned,
my hand started to shake,
and I began to cry.
Chorus…
How can you expect me,
who raised him from a colt,
to stab him in the chest,
because the boss ordered it?
Just let him graze,
don't ignore my advice,
because I’ll bury him,
when he dies of old age.