La Galponera
Pepe Guerra
The Galponera
They call it the shed
And it's a stove milonga
That the same lives in the mountains
If they deny you the shed
I lower the pile
When he no longer bucked
And there was a knot of orientals
Lance, blunderbuss and facon
He was a sergeant foreman
From commander to boss
And the peons of melicos
Get out of there if it was a beauty
And there would be a guitar
And some brown troubadour
The p'tuitos shed
Major General
In peace as in war
He lived in danger
Between guampas of tranqueros
And forked to a redomón
The affection'e the monthly
He made a place for him in the shed
With the Sunday pilchas
And the singing message
My Indians soak in it
The eyes of your song
Ruda for the sacrifices
And seasoned by love
They call it the shed
And it's a stove milonga
That the same lives in the mountains
If they deny you the shed
