The Land of a Bushed

Hey friend, tell me what
Yes, dude, I tell you
Wouldn't it be nice if there was a land to rest?
We could go and be apart from the city
Yes, you're right for this, you know, I'm bushed
Nothing looks changing, you see? I live it every single day
I've been here many years, and you know, I'm tired
And busted like never
I got it, man

God could make it for us, couldn't He?
Yeah, buddy, but
Oh, sure, I'm knowing
You know, friend, I miss those times
Where I used to get home just like that dirty boy
Yes, we used to play like never, each day was that day
I remember well, such as yesterday
But I got broken by work and less money

Everyone gets sad by this
We need of a land to the bushed ones
I miss my darling, too, you know
Yes, I do, I miss my sweet, too

But also, we're coming home soon
I guess you're right
Changes are coming, friend, believe it!
I try to do, momma told me
She was right, I know you're sad like I'm bushed
But maybe one day we have our God's holy hand on us
Maybe He give us some land

Sorry, friend, I'm gonna cry again
Don't worry, would you mind if I do it, too?



Credits
Writer(s): Guilherme Carvalho
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