Chorei Na Vaquejada (part. Tarcísio do Acordeon)

Five in the morning, the day breaking
On the track there are still horses running
The liter of Dreher was already the third
Everything is spinning, I'm beyond drunk

Looking for an area to call her
Even knowing she won't answer
I'm at the rodeo, but my mind is on her
Oh, cowboy to suffer

I cried, at the rodeo I cried
When our song played, I remembered
I cried, cried, cried, cried
Missing my brunette
I cried, at the rodeo I cried
When our song played, I remembered
I cried, cried, cried, cried
Missing my brunette, I cried

Look, it's five in the morning, the day breaking
On the track there are still horses running
The liter of Dreher was already the third
Everything is spinning, I'm beyond drunk

Looking for an area to call her
Even knowing she won't answer
I'm at the rodeo, but my mind is on her
Oh, cowboy to suffer

I cried, at the rodeo I cried
When our song played, I remembered
I cried, cried, cried, cried
Missing my brunette
I cried, at the rodeo I cried
When our song played, I remembered
I cried, cried, cried, cried
Missing my brunette

I cried, at the rodeo I cried
When our song played, I remembered
I cried, cried, cried, cried
Missing my brunette, I cried