Them old crap

I'm lost, no norte do Paraná
I enter and already fuck my mind
Cause I'm in that hillbilly highway
Traveling so far just for food, real country and brotherhood

Listening Hank, and playing Bob Wayne
Run the Pick Up Ford with Nahem
Jimme and Tiro waiting us
And I'm going with bus

And now, I'm feelling fine, drinking beer everytime
Homemade cigs are friends of mine
Escape the pigs and run the lines

Hey Lucas, turn on the Rat
Marmota, dont forget your beck
Riding and thinking in your dimebag
Cause tonight, play Them Old Crap