Jaquima To Freno, he's an old vaquero from another time
Hands as fine as the dealers of Reno
He's been to the ocean, he's been to the sea
Big long tapaderos hangin' both sides of an old Visalia tree
Hey Mr. vaquero, put a handle on my pony for me
Teach me the mystery, Jaquima To Freno
He's an old amansador still hangin' on
Just about gone like the California condor
He's been down to the rodear ground
Seen him on the movie screen
Ah, but sometimes I think he's like America
Only see him in your dreams
Did they sing all day, did they dance all night
Did they ride their spade bit ponies through the golden light
Did they find true love, was it all a bunch of lies
Quién sabe, maybe it was paradise