Um Homem Fora do Tempo

It's in the smoke that you know a tough guy
It's in this world that I want to show who I am
If it's in war that a soldier earns his name
Then it was in war that the cowboy was raised

There's the cowboy who talks a big game
But there's also the one who feels it deep inside
If there's grit in his throat, it's from ironwood
That's why I shout, and when I sing, I stand tall

A man runs from his principles
And the world races toward wickedness
If I'm out here fighting solo, it's because I'm a ranch hand
And I carry the legacy of respect and honor

When morality surrenders, a man meets his own end
But beneath the weeds hides the best of the grass
Under my wide-brimmed hat, there's a wild spirit fighting within me

Already on a crushed horse
I come well-prepared
And I won't give in
Only with the hilt of my dagger
My body is a battleground
From all this fighting!

Bartender, give me a shot
To clear my vision
And a handful of bullets
To fix the speech of my stallion

What good would life be
If I were to run from danger?
What is freedom worth
To someone who's a coward and can't fight?

A man the world can't take
When there's blood in his veins
I come from the land
Where the bull bellows and the tough guy fights

Friend, pour me another drink
And know why I fought
It’s because the men have changed
And they’ve gone soft, and I didn’t keep up