Boiadeiro de Palavra

Word cowboy
Who was born in the backlands
Didn't think about marriage
Because he liked the profession
But he fell into the trap
Of a budding rose
Dark-skinned brunette
Hair the color of coal
Of those long hairs
Almost touching the ground
And to shorten the story
She was the boss's daughter

The cowboy jumped
From poor to nobility
Besides the girl being rich
Owner of great beauty
He said to her like this
With class and delicacy
These long hairs
Are my greatest wealth
If one day you cut them
We'll be sure to part
Besides abandoning you
There will be a lot of surprise

A month after getting married
She cut her hair
Word cowboy
Confirmed at that moment
In the salon where the wife went
With her he returned
Told her to sit in the chair
And said this way
Shave off the rest
Of the hair that's left
The barber didn't want to
The law of the thirties commanded

With his finger on the trigger
Ready to make smoke
He turned into a lion
Wanting to jump on the hunt
Whoever touched this hair
Will cut the rest for free
The razor cleaned up
The rich woman's head
Meticulous cowboy
Was even more meticulous in teasing
Made the brunette bald
Take a walk around the square

And there at the father-in-law's house
He spoke without fear
I came to return your daughter
Because I didn't find another way
My greatest wealth
I look and see in the mirror
It's a face with shame
That blushes for no reason
I'm like a purebred
That doesn't lie down with a saddle
I'd rather die standing
Than live on my knees