Segura Zé

Hold on, Zé, let's get the party started
Tighten up those calluses, we’re hitting the road
Make the coffee, how's it going, what’s up?
I only miss my old ox cart

Put on the gate, head to the flour house
Tell the neighbor we’re hitting the road
I’m not from here, not from there, not from anywhere
I’m off to a place where there’s money to be made

I’ll be humming my way to the city
Doesn’t matter about the longing, I want to see who cares for me
I’ll be humming down the road
I want to see how those who don’t cry for anyone cry.