Cowboy do Asfalto
Chitãozinho & Xororó
Asphalt Cowboy
It's three in the morning
The sun is still sleeping
There I go, once again
Another journey
And while the truck's engine warms up
I listen on the radio
To some information
A well-known voice
Says: Be careful, buddy
It's going to rain
And the asphalt becomes dangerous
A prayer to God
To accompany me on the journey
I go into the cabin
And hit the road
Like someone entering
The arena of a rodeo
I take hold of the steering wheel
And tighten the reins
If someone from afar hears me
Honking loudly
They know that there goes
An asphalt cowboy
When a truck passes by
There always goes a good friend
A fellow professional
Another warrior
A wave and off they go
Like a hurricane
May God always travel
In your truck
Between one song and another
Someone reminds me on the radio
That caution is needed
At all times
Slowly is also haste
And he who waits always achieves
And behind the ball
There's always a child
Like someone entering
The arena of a rodeo
I take hold of the steering wheel
And tighten the reins
If someone from afar hears me
Honking loudly
They know that there goes
An asphalt cowboy
Whenever night falls
I park my old road companion
Check if there's no
Flat tire
Like something
And in the cabin I go to sleep
And the longing for my love
Asks me to continue
The journey continues
And there's fog ahead
But he who has a good friend
Is not afraid
Through the radio, he warns me
Of the dangers ahead
Foot on the brake
And hands firmly on the wheel
Like someone entering
The arena of a rodeo
I take hold of the steering wheel
And tighten the reins
If someone from afar hears me
Honking loudly
They know that there goes
An asphalt cowboy
They know that there goes
An asphalt cowboy
They know that there goes
An asphalt cowboy
