Manero Pau

The path of Pio IX
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I'm going to have it paved
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With little marble stones
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For my love to pass
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I climbed the fire mountain
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With cotton alpargatas
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The alpargatas burned
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And I came down on foot
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I lost a shotgun
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I found it a year later
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At the spot of the primer
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There was a seriema nest
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In the primer box
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There was a werewolf nest
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A bowl of eggs
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From sixteen hundred hens
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Pereiro stick, pereiro stick
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Stick of my opinion
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Every stick blooms and falls
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Only the pereiro stick doesn't
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Cool stick is jabotá
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Give from there and I'll give from here
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Hit here my companion
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It's safe as hell
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I climbed the banana tree
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I got tangled with the mangará
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Ate ripe banana
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Until the cat meowed
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I whistled from the top of the stick
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I went to rest in the fork
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I grabbed the old lady's leg
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Thinking it was the daughter's
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The girls from Pio IX
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Are pretty as hell
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Finding a boyfriend
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They immediately think of getting married
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In the fields of Pio IX
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They beat the croá
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All the people from ironwood
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Spend the night weaving
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In the big house there's a rope maker
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Who makes ropes and amulets
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Makes buanga and makes mats
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Makes a saddle for Ceará
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I'm leaving, I'm leaving
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Next Monday
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Who doesn't know me cries
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What will those who love me do?
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