Pobre Tom

By the Colorado River near the Grand Canyon, once there was a short and pot-bellied cowboy; like Aunt Cleta's dog the first time it barked, they hit him with a bucket like they hit Tom.
Once he bought a blind and clumsy horse to enter it in the races, he thought it was very fast; and four months passed after the end of the show and the cowboy was still stubborn and the horse wouldn't start.
Poor Tom, poor Tom; poor fool, poor fool, poor Tom. Poor Tom, poor Tom; so foolish and so poor, poor Tom.
He robbed a stagecoach and fell off the horse, he doesn't have a license to steal: let's go to the binge! He escaped from the sheriffs and hid on the ranch and shortly after he married the boss's granddaughter. In the first fight he had, his wife took him down and in the second she killed him with a huge gun; they buried him forever in the middle of the Grand Canyon and his luck was so bad that the Canyon exploded.
Poor Tom, poor Tom; poor fool, poor fool, poor Tom. Poor Tom, poor Tom; so foolish and so poor, poor Tom.
Up there on a cloud lives a chubby angel, he was kicked out of heaven for being short and pot-bellied; they don't give him a bed or food in hell because they didn't find horns the size of this Tom's.
Poor Tom, poor Tom; poor fool, poor fool, poor Tom. Poor Tom, poor Tom; so foolish and so poor, poor Tom.