Boi de Carro

Everyone has the 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 live 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 much

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 throw a barbecue
Right on my trail
In the lands where 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