The Last Round-Up

La última redada

The Last Round-Up

Me dirijo a la última redada
I'm heading for the last roundup
Voy a montar el viejo Paint por última vez y montar
Gonna saddle old Paint for the last time and ride
Hasta luego, viejo amigo, es hora de que tus lágrimas se sequen
So long, old pal, it's time your tears were dried
Me dirijo a la última redada
I'm heading for the last roundup.

Git along little doggie, git along, git along
Git along little doggie, git along, git along
Git along little doggie, git along, git along
Git along little doggie, git along, git along
Git along little doggie, git along, git along
Git along little doggie, git along, git along
Git along little doggie, git along, git along
Git along little doggie, git along, git along

Me dirijo a la última redada
I'm heading for the last roundup
Al lejano rancho del Jefe en el cielo
To the far away ranch of the Boss in the sky
Donde los callejeros son contados y marcados allí voy
Where the strays are counted and branded there go I
Me dirijo a la última redada
I'm heading for the last roundup

Me dirijo a la última redada
I'm heading for the last roundup
Habrá Buffalo Bill con su largo pelo blanco como la nieve
There'll be Buffalo Bill with his long snow-white hair
Habrá un viejo Kit Carson y Custer esperando allí
There'll be old Kit Carson and Custer waiting there
A montando en el último rodeo
A-riding in the last roundup