Sou Vaqueiro Corro Gado

I'm a cowboy, I run cattle
My horse is a blast
For that I have a saddle
Gloves and leather hat
And the bull I catch by the tail
I only pull out of spite

I prefer to see the pen with wooden stakes and a fully lined corral
To avoid raising dust
Lots of palm leaves for the cattle
And plenty of feed in the manger

I prefer a leather suit to live
Leaning, and a good saddle horse
For me to ride, and a
Beautiful woman to live by my side

I prefer to see every hour the cow
Yellow rose in a corner
Of the corral well leaned against the
Gate smelling the gate posts
Licking her calf

I'm a cowboy, I run cattle
My horse is a blast
For that I have a saddle
Gloves and leather hat
And the bull I catch by the tail
I only pull out of spite

I prefer to see the pen with wooden stakes and a fully lined corral
To avoid raising dust
Lots of palm leaves for the cattle
And plenty of feed in the manger

I prefer a leather suit to live
Leaning, and a good saddle horse
For me to ride, and a
Beautiful woman to live by my side

I prefer to see every hour the cow
Yellow rose in a corner
Of the corral well leaned against the
Gate smelling the gate posts
Licking her calf