Rastrojero - Holy Cows

he was born in alabama, just like forest and his mama, had three horses but he

always wanted more

then he move to argentina ‘cos he met some linda mina but he didn’t know she

was from the interior.

he’s a real vaquero, with the boots and the sombrero, he still wears his

jardinero…¡por favor!

never went into the city, ‘cos his girl was kind of hippie so, they tried mina

clavero for sometime.

they adopted una perra, 've got to live entre las sierras

it reminded him from home, so it was fine.

he’s a real vaquero, with the boots and the sombrero, he still wears his

jardinero and he drives a rastrojero in the wild.

but the couple started fighting, like two planets were colliding,

everything was pretty ugly entre los dos.

so, he left una mañana ‘cos she turned vegetariana and he couldn’t bear only

comer arroz.

he’s a real vaquero, with the boots and the sombrero, he still wears his

jardinero and he drives a rastrojero now he works as parrillero in ruta 2.

in rotonda de alpargatas, on the way to mar del plata that is where our

lonesome cowboy built his crib

and the business went creciendo and the bola fue corriendo

everybody wanted to try his «smoked ribs»

he’s a real vaquero, with the boots and the sombrero, he still wears his

jardinero and he drives a rastrojero now he works as parrillero he’s not longer

forastero… hes a hit!