Chorei Na Vaquejada

Five in the morning, the day breaking
On the track there are still horses running
The bottle of dreher is already the third
Everything is spinning, I'm beyond drunk

Looking for an area to call her
Even knowing she won't answer
I'm at the rodeo but my mind is with her
Oh cowboy to suffer

I cried, I cried at the rodeo
When our song played, I remembered

I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried
Missing my brunette, I cried

At the rodeo I cried
When our song played, I remembered

I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried
Missing my brunette, I cried