Pala Rubro

Underneath the blankets, you gotta have a poncho
Mine smells like a sweet girl
And it’s got bullet holes too
When I tighten the strap, I give a slap to the saddle
I dig into my poncho if there's honey in the air

I got a shot at the party at Aunt Picucha's place
That tore through my red poncho with the bang of the gun
If my poncho doesn’t have fringe, it’s fraying like a dagger’s edge
But it was the sweet girl’s fault that I stole in the early dawn
But it was the sweet girl’s fault that I stole in the early dawn

I’ve spread my red poncho over the blankets
But whoever saw the morning star had beautiful dark eyes
But that longing isn’t a poncho you can pack up
It’s stuck in every inch of the poncho
It’s stuck in every inch of the poncho

While wandering around the land, I always carry the red poncho
Because I dig for sweet girls but find out the truth
My poncho has a spell, I don’t know if it’s in the stitching
Because there’s no fringe left to be bewitched
Whoever captures my heart will own the poncho
Because when it beats out of rhythm, it’ll feel the pinch
With the sweet girl, I’ll trade just a slice of sky
The poncho goes, and a kiss comes under the brim of the hat
The poncho goes, and a kiss comes under the brim of the hat