Down In Brazil

Down in Brazil

It takes a day to walk a mile

Time just stands still

And when the people you meet look at you, they smile

They still believe in style

They serve you with their sambas

Till you really know you're down in old Brazil

You can tell you're down in old Brazil

Down in Brazil

They never heard of win or lose

If you can't feel

Then all those cafe ole girls in high heel shoes

Will really cure your blues

It seems they are just aim to please

Those women sway like wind in my banana trees

Then you know you're down in old Brazil

Down in Brazil

They know a million ways to play

You start to feel

And when you're happy, it's the same as when you pray

You'd think you get away

Then you know you never will

Not when you've been down in old Brazil

Not when you are down in old Brazil

Down in old Brazil

Down in old Brazil

Down in old Brazil

Down in old Brazil...