500 Novillos

When we left the ranch
With the strong herd of steers
How many jobs we went through
With that big herd

Five hundred steers they were
All very light
We couldn't stop them
Among twenty Mexicans

In the plains of doves
A fierce bull was released
And the foreman lassoed it
On his horse, the deer

The mother of a rancher
Asks the foreman
Ma'am, if I told you
Would you start to cry
Your son was killed by a bull
In the pens of a corral

With this I bid farewell
I have nothing else to sing
These verses were composed
By the armed foreman