Si el whisky no te arruina, las mujeres lo harán

If you ask me where I was born,
my dear, I will lie to you again.
The roads are immense there,
my life is full of lights here.

And by dawn,
the law will come for me,
and I will already be far away
you won't be able to come.

On the highway you will see me leave,
my old boots will accompany me.
A long journey, a long end
and your red hair in the back seat.

My father used to say
and his friend old Dan.
If whiskey doesn't ruin you,
women will.

My father used to say
and his friend old Dan.
If whiskey doesn't ruin you,
women will.

You won't be able to come,
you won't be able to come,
you won't be able to come,
you won't be able to come,
you won't be able to come.