Retrato de Um Forró
Luiz Gonzaga
Portrait of a Hoedown
When you swing, it puts a knot in my belly
When you swing, it puts a knot in my belly
When you swing, it puts a knot in my belly
When you swing, it puts a knot in my belly
Dawn breaking in and the bellows groaning
Dust rising and sweat coming down
Those who weren't drunk already wanted to
And I, staggering, was telling you
When you swing, it puts a knot in my belly
When you swing, it puts a knot in my belly
When you swing, it puts a knot in my belly
When you swing, it puts a knot in my belly
The bar breaking and me in that game
I was warming myself, even without a fire
I just clapped with my legs pulled together
Like someone shooting a jaguar
When you swing, it puts a knot in my belly
When you swing, it puts a knot in my belly
When you swing, it puts a knot in my belly
When you swing, it puts a knot in my belly
Dawn breaking in and the bellows groaning
Dust rising and sweat coming down
Those who weren't drunk already wanted to
And I, staggering, was telling you
When you swing, it puts a knot in my belly
When you swing, it puts a knot in my belly
When you swing, it puts a knot in my belly
When you swing, it puts a knot in my belly
When you swing, it puts a knot in my belly
When you swing, it puts a knot in my belly
When you swing, it puts a knot in my belly
When you swing, it puts a knot in my belly
