Retrato de Um Forró
Luiz Gonzaga
Portrait of a Hoedown
When you sway, it ties a knot in my gut
When you sway, it ties a knot in my gut
When you sway, it ties a knot in my gut
When you sway, it ties a knot in my gut
Dawn creeping in and the accordion moaning
Dust rising and sweat dripping
Those who weren't drunk were already wanting
And I, stumbling, was telling you
When you sway, it ties a knot in my gut
When you sway, it ties a knot in my gut
When you sway, it ties a knot in my gut
When you sway, it ties a knot in my gut
I was swaying and playing that game
I was heating up, even without fire
Just clapping with my legs crossed
Like shooting a jaguar
When you sway, it ties a knot in my gut
When you sway, it ties a knot in my gut
When you sway, it ties a knot in my gut
When you sway, it ties a knot in my gut
Dawn creeping in and the accordion moaning
Dust rising and sweat dripping
Those who weren't drunk were already wanting
And I, stumbling, was telling you
When you sway, it ties a knot in my gut
When you sway, it ties a knot in my gut
When you sway, it ties a knot in my gut
When you sway, it ties a knot in my gut
When you sway, it ties a knot in my gut
When you sway, it ties a knot in my gut
When you sway, it ties a knot in my gut
When you sway, it ties a knot in my gut
