At the Bar Table

At the bar table I left my good sense Right next to a bill I never paid The waiter calls me by my nickname He knows I’m hurting, though I act okay She walked away and took my samba Took my smile and my old guitar But she left her memory sitting beside me Drinking my sorrow at this bar (Chorus) Oh my tambourine, cry so softly Tonight it’s just my glass and me If she chose another road without me I’ll make this samba my company Oh my darling, don’t be that way Even a rogue can fade someday But if you ever come back my way There’s love and feijoada waiting, okay I’m child of night, a friend of the moon Raised on the hill, street poet’s tune When life gets heavy, I start a rhythm Turn my sadness into a groove She said I’d never change my ways Too much of a drifter to settle down But those who are born with drums in their chest Won’t trade their samba for a fancy town (Final Chorus) Oh my tambourine, play it stronger Life is short and love don’t linger If she wants to test my fortune I’ll be the king of my own samba corner. At the bar table I left my good sense Right next to a bill I never paid The waiter calls me by my nickname He knows I’m hurting, though I act okay She walked away and took my samba Took my smile and my old guitar But she left her memory sitting beside me Drinking my sorrow at this bar (Chorus) Oh my tambourine, cry so softly Tonight it’s just my glass and me If she chose another road without me I’ll make this samba my company Oh my darling, don’t be that way Even a rogue can fade someday But if you ever come back my way There’s love and feijoada waiting, okay I’m child of night, a friend of the moon Raised on the hill, street poet’s tune When life gets heavy, I start a rhythm Turn my sadness into a groove She said I’d never change my ways Too much of a drifter to settle down But those who are born with drums in their chest Won’t trade their samba for a fancy town (Final Chorus) Oh my tambourine, play it stronger Life is short and love don’t linger If she wants to test my fortune I’ll be the king of my own samba corner