Cuando Salgo a Los Campos
Miguel Aceves Mejía
When I Go Out to the Fields
When I go out to the fields
I remember a love that
I had at one time today I
look at her and it gives me a feeling
feeling for that ungrateful
love.
You are rich and full of pride
I am poor and fallen into vices
I tell you drunk and in my senses
that another love like mine you will not find.
And I swear to you, little one, another like
your cowboy no more never, oh.
You are rich and full of pride
I am poor and fallen into vices
I tell you drunk and in my senses
that another love like mine you will not find.
