Zapatos Rotos

I have my shoes broken
It's from so much walking
My town is already far away
I'm on my way to the city

My friends used to tell me
That I was born to succeed
I carry my guitar on my shoulder
I'm on my way to the city

Broken shoes, broken shoes
With that look, where are you going?
I'm heading
To a new world
A dog friend follows me behind

Throw him a bone, throw him a bone
Poor hound, how skinny he is
He's limping
A little sick
But he follows me without complaining

Broken shoes, broken shoes
With that look, where are you going?
I'm heading
To a new world
A dog friend follows me behind

Throw him a bone, throw him a bone
Poor hound, how skinny he is
He's limping
A little sick
But he follows me without complaining

I carry my guitar on my shoulder
I'm on my way to the city
I'm on my way to the city