Tocando a Boiada
Chitãozinho & Xororó
Herding the Cattle
The life of a cowboy
Is a tight life
If I stay home for a day
Fifteen or twenty on the road
On top of my mule
Cutting through the road herding the cattle
As night falls
I make my camp
Under any tree
My hammock is set
With my countryside dog
I stay up all night watching over the cattle
The day I feel sad
On the dusty road
I disguise it with the guitar
That I always keep tuned
I sing little verses
And break through the path herding the cattle
That's how I live my life
Always happy on the road
Wherever I go
I leave a girlfriend
I leave the country girl crying
And I leave singing herding the cattle
I leave the country girl crying
And I leave singing herding the cattle
