Boi de Carro
Kara Véia
Ox Cart Boy
Everyone has a right
To retirement
My owner raised me
Working night and day
Now I'm old and tired
Now I'm just ignored
By him and the whole family
They locked me in a pen
With nothing to eat
I'm an old, tired ox
Not even water to drink
After working so hard
I’m just tossed in a corner
Nobody cares about me
They’re selling my body
To take me to the slaughterhouse
I heard that talk
From the buyer's mouth
They have no feelings
This is the payment
For someone who worked so hard
When I was young, I was an ox cart boy
I plowed the fields with a plow
I helped my boss
See his son graduate
My owner sold me
Just to see my blood
Spilled in the slaughterhouse
Whoever hears my story
Will cry like I cried
Knowing I’m going to be killed
By those I helped so much
Then they’ll have a barbecue
Right over my tracks
On the land that I worked
When I was young, I was an ox cart boy
I plowed the fields with a plow
I helped my boss
See his son graduate
My owner sold me
Just to see my blood
Spilled in the slaughterhouse
Whoever hears my story
Will cry like I cried
Knowing I’m going to be killed
By those I helped so much
Then they’ll have a barbecue
Right over my tracks
On the land that I worked
