Um Bagual Corcoveador

The herd was spread out
Grazing in the lane
I pushed the saddle
And also played the reins
On a big, lean horse
Skittish and bucking
That got spooked by the post
And the shadow of the handler

Life's tough for a cowboy
Who only works as a hand
Then a rabbit bolts
Underneath a thicket
My horse just kicked out
Hiding his face in my hands
He shook off the saddle
And buried his nose in the ground

I tried to pull back on the reins
But it was too late
I saw a fine dust
Forming clouds behind
Bellowing, he broke through the fence
And crossed to the other side
It looked like a storm
Crossing in Maçambará

He got caught in the spurs
Around the back of his neck
Cutting leather with hair
And chipping away at bone
In that hellish mess
I revved up my big horse
Tuned it up to four and change
On a summer afternoon

I tried to pull back on the reins
But it was too late
I saw a fine dust
Forming clouds behind
Bellowing, he broke through the fence
And crossed to the other side
It looked like a storm
Crossing in Maçambará

I felt the force of the wind
Pulling me from the saddle
And that beast seemed like
It was gonna tear in half
I kept it calm and trusted
A mount for the boss
'Cause I honor the name I carry
And I'm proud to be a hand

I tried to pull back on the reins
But it was too late
I saw a fine dust
Forming clouds behind
Bellowing, he broke through the fence
And crossed to the other side
It looked like a storm
Crossing in Maçambará