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Boiadeiro de Palavra

Key: A

Introduction:

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Boiadeiro de palavra que nasceu lá no sertão
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Não pensanva em casamento por gostar da profissão
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Mas ele caiu no laço de uma rosa em botão
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Morena cor de canela cabelos cor de carvão
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Desses cabelos compridos quase esbarrava no chão
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E pra encurtar a história era filha do patrão
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Boiadeiro deu um pulo de pobre foi a nobreza
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Além da moça ser rica dona de grande beleza
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- Esses cabelos compridos são a minha maior riqueza
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Se um dia você cortar nos separa na certeza
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Além de te abandonar vai haver muita surpresa
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Um mês depois de casado o cabelo ela cortou
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Boiadeiro de palavra nessa hora confirmou
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No salão que a esposa foi com ela ele voltou
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- Passe a navalha no resto do cabelo que sobrou
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O barbeiro não queria a lei do trinta mandou
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Com o dedo no gatilho pronto pra fazer fumaça
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Ele virou um leão querendo pular na caça
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Quem mexeu nesse cabelo vai cortar o resto de graça
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A navalha fez limpeza na cabeça da ricaça
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Boiadeiro caprichoso caprichou mais na pirraça
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Faz a morena careca dar uma volta na praça
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E lá na casa do sogro ela falou sem receio
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- Vim devolver sua filha pois não achei outro meio
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A minha maior riqueza eu olho e vejo no espelho
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É um rosto com vergonha que à toa fica vermelho
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Sou igual a um puro sangue que não deita no arreio
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Prefiro morrer de pé do que viver de joelho