Historical Folk Lyrics
"Pinto"

I am a vaquero by trade;
To handle my rope I'm not afraid.
I lass' an otero by the two horns
Throw down the biggest that ever was born.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Pinto, whoa!

My name to you I will not tell;
For what's the use, you know me so well.
The girls all love me, and cry
When I leave them to join the rodeo.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Pinto, whoa!

I am a vaquero, and here I reside;
Show me the Bronco I cannot ride.
They say old Pinto with one split ear
Is the hardest jumping Bronco on the rodeo.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Pinto, whoa!

There strayed to our camp an iron gray colt;
The boys were all 'fraid him so on him I bolt.
You bet I stayed with him till cheer after cheer,
"He's the Bronco twister that's on the rodeo."
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Pinto, whoa!

My story is ended, old Pinto is dead;
I'm going down Laredo and paint the town red.
I'm going up to Laredo and set up the beer
To all the cowboys that's on the rodeo.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Pinto, whoa!