Ginete de Fronteira
Porca Véia
Frontier Rider
I was born a rider on a ranch by the border
Living the cowboy life for those in the heartland
Grew up playing at breaking in colts
There’s always another for the trainer’s hands
That bay horse with a wide rear and open front
Ears perked up on the ranch of paradise
He was trained for a cowboy to show off
And dance on the reins with a flash of a smile
On weekends when I get ready for work
I reflect on life in the rosette of the Chilean
A bath in the creek, scented water, and a new outfit
Dancing with the crowd and the scent of the brunette
On Monday when I head back to the sheep
New thoughts come creeping into my mind
I pretend that time hasn’t passed
And from where I am, I ride on the wind's mane
Every day I see life differently
In this stream where pure verses are born
At the slow pace of my saddle partner
I carry the dreams of Rio Grande through the tough times
On Monday when I head back to the sheep
New thoughts come creeping into my mind
I pretend that time hasn’t passed
And from where I am, I ride on the wind's mane
