Mi Amigo El Tordillo

I met him as a colt, galloping on the plains
I met him as a colt, galloping on the plains
And I named him The Tordillo, Tordillo 'cause his coat was just like that, for real
And I raised him from a young age just for the trenches

When I saw it was time, I bought him a good saddle
When I saw it was time, I bought him a good saddle
And a .30-30, ammo belt, and pistol, and my Tordillo said, said
The shit's about to hit the fan, and we took off with Pancho Villa

My Tordillo was sharp and I wouldn’t trade him for anything
My Tordillo was sharp and I wouldn’t trade him for anything
When we found ourselves lost, lost, by Obregón, in Celaya, in Celaya
He just let out a neigh and we headed for Chihuahua

He proved to be a friend near Torreón, Coahuila
He proved to be a friend near Torreón, Coahuila
Even though he was wounded, The Tordillo took me to the mountains right away
Pulling me out of danger, but giving his life for mine

Time has passed, and nothing's left of the Tordillo
Time has passed, and nothing's left of the Tordillo
I sigh for his nobility and I sigh remembering what he was and who he was
It seems like I can see him galloping across the plains