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letra de galloping gaucho - stackridge

the galloping gaucho comes to town.
riding like a demon vacquero,
bought his horse for half a crown and called him scar faced jock.
battered geetar on his back, poncho looking just like a lightshow.
all his welfare in a sack, he often travelled light,
he rode all through the night-
with a fleeting glance at a local dance and a cloud of dust in the morning.
the girls all stood and stared, intentions undeclared,
for a six foot drip with a plastic whip he could not be compared.
the galloping gaucho hits the town,
made a date with los paraguayos dressed in a pin-striped suit of brown,
he wore his bowler hat.
drinking wine and feeling fine when a dark hair girl appeared in a doorway, dressed in green like a gypsy queen, she looked like dynamite,
they rode all through the night.
with a fleeting glance at a local dance and a cloud of dust in the morning.
the boys all stood and stared,
intentions undeclared,
for a brave don juan with a shakey hand he could not he compared.
the stack heeled cowboys in our town are apt to think -their demon vacqueros. dressed in pin-striped suits of brown they think that we’re uncool.
shiny geetars on their backs, make-up looking just like a lightshow.
just avoiding income tax to get a little tight.
they ride all through the night,
with a far out glance at a local dance and a cloud of dust in the morning.
the girls all stood and stared. intentions undeclared.
to a boss-eyed blade on his last crusade they could not be compared.

- stackridge

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