Minha Vida

I bring in memory when I was a child
Lived in the countryside, liked the jokes
The water mill and the wooden house
When the sun rose, I would go up
To milk the cows, touch the hose
I was a mischievous boy, wild
Loved the guitar and still went to school
I went every day on a dapple gray mare

At fifteen, I moved to the city
Left school, was a young man, stopped studying
I was a clerk in a bar
Thirty thousand reais a month to serve the customers
Selling cachaça, enduring the noise
For me, the only good thing was my boss
I was annoyed with my salary
Worked for seven months, received only once

I didn't see money, became a bricklayer
To learn a trade, but it was a torment
Scorching sun, roofing houses
The chairs hurt, I regretted
But there was no way, had to face it
Endured the hardship, didn't get used to it
I'm a bit short, my physique is weak
Only talk about work, almost faint

I had a great impulse with another resource
The guitar is so easy, just play with the strings
Make good songs when people get tired
Make double songs, well selected
For any party, not to feel hot
Avoid drinking so the voice doesn't lose
Money in the pocket comes with little effort
In this blue sky of mine, entertaining Brazil

Dear Tião Carreiro, may you be in a place always watching
For all the guitar players who like your music
You will always be a master