Pataquero

I heard news that at the Polish ranch
There's an old nag that drags its face on the ground
I heard news that at the Polish ranch
There's an old nag that drags its face on the ground

Only a tough guy who grips the reins
And when I spin, I’m already swinging with the halter in hand
Only a tough guy who grips the reins
And when I spin, I’m already swinging with the halter in hand

I was raised in the grove ranch
And to tame, I have a secret I inherited from my grandpa
I was raised in the grove ranch
And to tame, I have a secret I inherited from my grandpa

I break the jaw to tame it underneath
And when I saddle up, I break the mane so they know who I am
I break the jaw to tame it underneath
And when I saddle up, I break the mane so they know who I am

When I was born, they wanted to throw me out
But the jingle of the spurs is what brought me back to life
With three whacks and a shout in my ear
I woke up without a whimper and no desire to cry

That's why I live roping with the rough stuff
But as soon as the day breaks, I already know the work by heart
I make the colt a friend of the reins
And if it breaks in the middle, I come out on top