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But the man in the rumpled clothes had heard every word. With a polite and steady voice, he called the young man over. He reached into his belt pouch and pulled out a thick bundle of "orange-colored" bills—notes worth far more than what the granfino was carrying.

Feeling small and embarrassed, the granfino asked where he could find such a "hidden treasure." The farmer simply pointed toward the fields of Paraná. "It's no secret," he said. "If you're strong enough to swing a hoe, that earth is worth its weight in gold". Terra Roxa - Tião Carreiro e Pardinho - LETRAS.MUS.BR tiao_carreiro_pardinho_terra_roxa_modao_sertane...

The granfino looked around with a sneer. He passed several tables until he came to a man sitting alone, quietly eating his lunch. This man was Black, wearing worn, rumpled clothes that looked as though they had seen years of hard labor. The granfino didn't even stop; he simply laughed with contempt. But the man in the rumpled clothes had heard every word

But the man in the rumpled clothes had heard every word. With a polite and steady voice, he called the young man over. He reached into his belt pouch and pulled out a thick bundle of "orange-colored" bills—notes worth far more than what the granfino was carrying.

Feeling small and embarrassed, the granfino asked where he could find such a "hidden treasure." The farmer simply pointed toward the fields of Paraná. "It's no secret," he said. "If you're strong enough to swing a hoe, that earth is worth its weight in gold". Terra Roxa - Tião Carreiro e Pardinho - LETRAS.MUS.BR

The granfino looked around with a sneer. He passed several tables until he came to a man sitting alone, quietly eating his lunch. This man was Black, wearing worn, rumpled clothes that looked as though they had seen years of hard labor. The granfino didn't even stop; he simply laughed with contempt.