Dos Vicios

I have two vices in life
They are not money, nor fame
There are two things in the world
That make me lose my calm
The back of a good horse
And the hips of a lady

On the back of a good horse
I go down to see my ranch girl
Although I feel like a good rooster
I am lost by some hips
I never fail a nag
And a lady whatever she wants

When I die I would like
That with my skin they lined
The pommel of a saddle
And that a lady used it

So then after I'm dead
And heaven claims my soul
To be between my two vices
The backs of a good horse
And the hips of a lady