text: This old Mexican cowboy at the bar
  Looked a hundred years old
  He had a million dollar smile
  And his withered brown skin shimmered like California gold
  He said, Im a little short on cash, but Im long on life
  For a shot of tequila, Ill give you some dang good advice
  He said, Dont leave your beer in the hot Texas sun
  Dont argue with a woman while shes holding a gun
  Never cheat when it comes to love or dominoes
  Vaya con dios said the old vaquero
  Well my heart sank
  The more he drank, the more he poured out his misery
  How he lost her after forty seven years
  And his tears started flowing like the Rio Grand-e
  He started speaking in Spanish then he kissed his rosary
  Said Por siempre mi amor, his one more to her memory
  He said, Dont live you life like a sad country song
  A fool on a stool is still a stool, right or wrong
  Pride is a bandito breaking hearts as he goes
  Vaya con dios said the old vaquero
  I walked over to the corner, turned the old jukebox on
  When I turned back around like a ghost he was gone
  So I paid his tab, called a cab, called it a night
  And came straight home to you
  As we laid there in bed I told you all the things he said
  We laughed, we cried, and I held you the whole night through
  You know I think of him often, out there all alone
  Maybe he was an angel, or just an old man from San Anton
  He said, Dont leave your beer in the hot Texas sun
  Dont argue with a woman while shes holding a gun
  Never cheat when it comes to love or dominoes
  Vaya con dios
  He said, Dont live you life like a sad country song
  A fool on a stool is still a stool, right or wrong
  Pride is a bandito breaking hearts as he goes
  Vaya con dios said the old vaquero
  He said, Vaya con dios
  This old Mexican cowboy at the bar
  Looked a hundred years old
  He had a million dollar smile
  And his withered brown skin shimmered like California gold