Juan Jornal

With worn-out sandals
From the path he walks
Before the dawn breaks
Juan, the farmer, is gone

His hat's made of palm
And his pants are made of cloth
He's a poor day laborer
Working for the boss

But oh, what a damn life!
Having to till the land
So others can have more

And he has no other choice
'Cause there's a crumb of bread
In between it all

For his kids, whom he loves so much
Whom Juan adores
For his kids, whom he loves so much
Whom Juan adores

And as night falls
That young man comes back
With a smile on his lips
His wife greets him

His hat's made of palm
And his pants are made of cloth
He works for his kids
And for the boss's kids

But oh, what a damn life!
Having to till the land
So others can have more

And he has no other choice
'Cause there's a crumb of bread
In between it all

For his kids, whom he loves so much
Whom Juan adores
For his kids, whom he loves so much
Whom Juan adores

Whom Juan loves so much
Whom Juan adores
Whom Juan loves so much