Gene Autry - El Rancho Grande | Текст песни

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• El Rancho Grande

I love to roam out yonder,
Out where the Buff'lo wander,
Free as the Eagle flying,
I'm a-roping and a-tying,
I'm a-roping and a-tying.
Give me my ranch and my cattle,
Far from the great city's rattle;
Give me a big herd to battle,
For I just love herding the cattle.
I love to roam out yonder,
Out where the Buff'lo wander,
Free as the Eagle flying,
I'm a-roping and a-tying,
I'm a-roping and a-tying.
Give me my bridle and saddle,
And my old Pinto I'll straddle;
I'll get the cowboys a-riding,
Out where the rustlers are hiding.
I love to roam out yonder,
Out where the Buff'lo wander,
Free as the Eagle flying,
I'm a-roping and a-tying,
I'm a-roping and a-tying.
Sometimes the winter storms tearing,
Set all the cattle a-raring,
But when the winter is over,
We're sure enough in the clover.
Allа en el rancho grande,
Allа donde vivia,
Habia una ranche rita
Que alegre me decia,
Que alegre me decia.

Allа en el rancho grande,
Allа donde vivia,
Habia una ranche rita
Que alegre me decia,
Que alegre me decia.

Te voy hacer tus calzones,
Como los usa el ranchero;
Te los comienzo de lana,
Te los acabo de cuero.

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