Lida Campeira

My song is the bellow of the cattle in the back of a paddock
It's the neighing of the herd frolicking in the pen
My throat from the missions doesn't give up or surrender
And I sing for those who understand our country life

Rope the animal, buddy, stick the brand on it
Check the harness, how many bulls it has castrated
Choose the fattest cow and stick the knife on it
And salt the hide as the foreman ordered
Separate the calves and put on the spurs
And change a post of the pen that broke
Separate the calves and put on the spurs
And change a post of the pen that broke

Because that's the life a country cowboy leads
All day in the pen working
That's why I sing rough and crude verses
For those who understand the tough country life
That's why I sing rough and crude verses
For those who understand the tough country life

Rainy day, give a beating to the ropes
Sweep the shed and clean the stable well
Check if the cart isn't leaking water
Stick a goat to eat at noon
If it stops raining in the afternoon, gather the sheep
Mark the lambs and check the breeding cattle
If it stops raining in the afternoon, gather the sheep
Mark the lambs and check the breeding cattle

Because that's the life a country cowboy leads
All day in the pen working
That's why I sing rough and crude verses
For those who understand the tough country life
That's why I sing rough and crude verses
For those who understand the tough country life

Dawn breaks, gather all the cowhands
They head to the paddock and start cowboyin'
They enter the field and a filthy cow
Sees the horse and takes off running
And the cowboy crosses the trail and throws the rope
Dismounts, heals, and lets the horse cinch
And the cowboy crosses the trail and throws the rope
Dismounts, heals, and lets the horse cinch

Because that's the life a country cowboy leads
All day in the pen working
That's why I sing rough and crude verses
For those who understand the tough country life
That's why I sing rough and crude verses
For those who understand the tough country life