is historically the horseman from the countryside,
the Ranchero, who lived and worked in the haciendas
and performed all his tasks on horseback,
working mainly as vaqueros and caporales, among other jobs
the Ranchero, who lived and worked in the haciendas
and performed all his tasks on horseback,
working mainly as vaqueros and caporales, among other jobs
With eyes that hide the man within
You see behind the eyes of, other menYou've lived and died and come to life againAnd now you stand alone at the crossroads of your mindYou've left your yesterdays behind..But which road leads you to tomorrow?Charro...
You've turned your back on yesterdayBetrayed a man who swore he'd make you payFor when you left you took his pride awayYou know he'll never let you break away so easilyYou'll have to fight, before you're freeBut how much more time can you borrow?Charro...
Now in a single moment your past grows dimOne thought goes racing across your mindYou ride to meet the woman you stole from himOh no!...Charro don't go!...Charro don't go!!...
There's something hanging, in the windYour past is catching up and closing inYou've been halfway to hell and back againAnd now you laugh in the devil's facewith your last breath...You'll run a race with life and death...But will you live to see tomorrow?
Charro...
NB: Photo not mine, but if you own the rights to
it, please let me know & I will remove it.
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