Bing Crosby - El Rancho Grande (My Ranch)

I love to roam out yonder,
Out where the Buff'lo wander,
Free as the Eagle flying,
I'm a-roping and a-tying,
I'm a-roping and a-tying.

Give me my ranch and my cattle,
Far from the great city's rattle;
Give me a big herd to battle,
For I just love herding the cattle.

I love to roam out yonder,
Out where the Buff'lo wander,
Free as the Eagle flying,
I'm a-roping and a-tying,
I'm a-roping and a-tying.

Give me my bridle and saddle,
And my old Pinto I'll straddle;
I'll get the cowboys a-riding,
Out where the rustlers are hiding.

I love to roam out yonder,
Out where the Buff'lo wander,
Free as the Eagle flying,
I'm a-roping and a-tying,
I'm a-roping and a-tying.

Sometimes the winter storms tearing,
Set all the cattle a-raring,
But when the winter is over,
We're sure enough in the clover.

Allà en el rancho grande,
Allà donde vivia,
Habia una ranche rita
Que alegre me decia,
Que alegre me decia.