Wranglin' Ron, Wranglin' Ron
He works on his ranch all day long
A couple of illegals to help him along
I think I'll write him a song
He's up at six to wake the crew
Get the wife off to work, the kid to school
Then its out in the truck to start the chores
"Hey, let's go out to Flores'
"Hey, Mr Flores, how was the goat?
I didn't shoot him in the head, you know I slit his throat
I slit his throat so you could eat the brains
He was screamin' - it's a crying shame
"Hey, Mr Flores, can you get me a drink?
A margarita sounds good, whaddya think?
And one for Angel, and Jimbo too
Yeah, we got a lot of work to do."
Jimbo's a drummer in a rockin' band
He comes around to give Ron a hand
Angel walked up from Mexico
He's as good as any man I know
It's good crew, he treats 'em well
Then it's off in the truck to raise some hell
Elena's waitin' on the old east side
Gonna take his boys for a ride
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Thanksgiving eve we're all at Ron's
Some clown with an accordion is singin' songs
We're gathered round by the firelight
Hey, ain't we having fun tonight
Ron's got a turkey in the smoker now
And one in the grease, we got plenty of chow
He's got a brisket, ribs, and a rib eye roast
Now doesn't he deserve a toast?
Ron calls me at a quarter to two
He's doing things I'll never dare to do
When he gets home it's hell to pay
He wouldn't have any other way
Ron's got a heart as big as an ox
He'll be helping people out until he's in the box
I hope he sticks around for a long, long time
Yeah, he's a good friend of mine
Wranglin' Ron, Wranglin' Ron
He works on his ranch all day long
A couple of illegals to help him along
I wrote him just little song
Let's all sing along
And here's to Wranglin' Ron
"Hasta la vista. Y'all take care."