Do Mato Pro Mundo

Rough and country bumpkin
Me, you, and the guitar in the middle of the woods
Isolated from the world
To me, we had everything
But you rejected my rough ways

And when I saw you on the other side of the gate
Saying goodbye to my embrace, darling

The haystack went out, my guitar got warped
And the hillbilly cried
And the hillbilly cried, and the hillbilly cried

I, simple in everything
To her, it was nothing
From the bush to the world
She left taking the brute's heart

From the bush to the world
Left a scar on a root heart