The Rancheros


They called it a miracle

He was face down in the sand

They found him barely breathing

A lariat in his hand


It’s not a miracle my friend

It’s a curse that rides the wind

The Calico Ranchera

Was taken from him


They were racing the sun

Just west of Santa Fe

He was on the Palomino

She had her Bay

The sun is a poor loser

It withdrew it’s light

They were up along the Devil’s Horn

In the darkest of night


Then the wind kicked in

It split them apart

She and that bay

Were taken up in the dark


Forgive the stars

Wantin’ her for the sky

Out along the horizon

The Ranchera rides

She rides


He spun his rope

To try to snatch her back

Before he could toss it

They vanished in the black


Forgive the stars

Wantin’ her for the sky

Out along the horizon

The Ranchera rides

She rides


Under her stars

The wind begins to rise

His lariat spins silver

It lasso’s the night


Forgive the stars

Wantin’ him for the sky

Out along the horizon

The ranchero rides

He rides


Forgive the stars

Wantin’ them for the sky

Out along the horizon

The Rancheros ride

They ride