Boi Barroso

I had a lasso made
From alligator hide
To catch my Barroso boy
On my old nag ride

I had a lasso made
From jacutinga skin
To catch my Barroso boy
Up on the high dunes

Goodbye, cousin, I’m heading out
I’m not from here, I’m from out and about
My Barroso boy, my Pitanga steer
Your place, oh, is over there near the gear

My horse, Malacara
Moves like a wading bird
Doesn’t stumble or get scared
Traveling through the dark night, unheard

Today’s the rodeo day
With barbecue and mate
Come see the cowboys
Gathered in the barn, it’s great
Goodbye, cousin...

I had a lasso made
From alligator hide
To catch my Barroso boy
On my old nag ride

I had a lasso made
From jacutinga skin
To catch my Barroso boy
Up on the high dunes

I had a lasso made
From capybara hide
To catch my Barroso boy
On my Malacara ride

I had a lasso made
From gray fox skin
To catch my Barroso boy
But I just lassoed the grass instead
Goodbye, cousin..