I'm lost, in the northern paraná
I enter, and already drug my mind
Cause I'm on that hillbilly highway
Traveling so far just for food
Real country, and brotherhood

Listening hank, and playing bob wayne
Run, the pickup ford with nahem
Tiro and dimme waiting us
And I going with bus

And now, I feeling fine
Drinking beer, everytime
Homemade cigs, are friends of mine
Escape the pigs, and run the lines

Hey bufunfa, turn on the rat
Marmota, dont forget your bass
Riding, and think in your dimebag
Cause tonight, play: Them old crap