Vaqueiro de Fama

Famous Cowboy

I was a famous cowboy who ran through the bushes
I don't even know the sum of the bulls I've caught
But old age has come, my fame is gone
Now where do I go after getting old, I don't know
Boss, I hand over the farm, the house, and the dwelling
The warehouse and the tent, I can't work or fight anymore
I can't take it, I can't ride a donkey anymore
Get me a room and a house to live
The boss said, 'Damn you, you're fired by me
If you're old and finished, go die somewhere else
I won't give you shelter, I just wanted your work
I won't break your branch, even if you were a saint'
The cowboy said, 'Thank you for treating me like this
I hand myself over to beloved Jesus, God, and Our Lady
With the sorrows of your boss
He arrived at the post of the fence, told his bay horse
'Tomorrow I'll leave'
Goodbye, fine horse, sin, Monza, and destiny
Paragua, Ruke, and Traquino, stoner and well-seen
Goodbye, my ivory donkey
Because of a bad boss, of Cain's heart
I'm leaving from here
Goodbye, campineira cow, Bahian and banana tree
Spearhead and beachgoer, little black one and Manapulão
Goodbye, boar, javali, Jurua, and cravangi
I'm leaving from here with a heavy heart
The cowboy left without support and money
He went to Rio de Janeiro and today he's very old
So, cowboy friends, be careful, my companions
Save your money, real, cents, and twenties
Don't just think about partying, drinking, and spending
So that when you get old, you won't be a burden to anyone.