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Key: G

Introduction: G    D7    G    

G                                                                                                                                                                      D7  
Eu nunca froxei a perna pra potro que corcoveia
                                                                                                                                                                                                             G  
Me criei montando em pêlo surrando só nas orelhas
                                                                                                A#  
E quando o matungo roda é que coisa fica feia
                                                                                                          D7                                                                      G  
Sou ligeirito no más sou destes que não se enleia
 G  D7  G)  
  G                                                                                                                                                                                    D7  
Num aparte de mangueira tanto a pé como a cavalo
                                                                                                                                                                                             G  
Na saída de algum brete sempre botei meu pealo
                                                                                        A#  
                     E quando a prosa é demais que eu ouço muito e me calo
                                                                                                                        D7                                                              G  
Me deito em altas da noite me acordo ao cantar do galo
 G  D7  G)  
  G                                                                                                                                                                                 D7  
Quando faço um alambrado que estico bem o arame
                                                                                                                                                                                                             G  
Se escapa o estirador o tombo é que é mais infame
                                                                                                                                                A#  
Se danço mal no fandango não importa que reclame
                                                                                                                          D7                                    G  
Em namoro de cozinha só me paro no baldrame
 G  D7  G)  
     G                                                                                                                                                                    D7  
Se me meto na carpeta pra jogar não jogo pouco
                                                                                                                                                                                                                G  
Se for preciso até brigo mas não entrego o meu troco
                                                                        A#  
O jogo é coisa do diabo e eu sou burro quando empaca
                                                                                                                                        D7                                              G  
Já levantei de uma mesa com dez cartas na guaiaca
 G  D7  G)  
  G                                                                                                                                                                                    D7  
Meu serviço é coisa bruta que não serve pra doutor
                                                                                                                                                                                             G  
Nem pra estes da cola fina metido a conquistador
                                                                          A#  
Vivo lavrando a boi pisando no meu suor
                                                                                                                        D7                                                      G  
Levantando alguma vaca no fundo de um    corredor
 G  D7  G)  
  G                                                                                                                                                                    D7  
Fui criado meio xucro um pobre peão de estância
                                                                                                                                                                                                             G  
Venho curtido da estrada de tanto encurtar distância
                                                                                                     A#  
Respeitando minha estampa do amor pela querência
                                                                                                                                                             D7                                                         G  
Sou feito de pau a pique com o Rio Grande na consciência
 G  D7  G)  
com o Rio Grande na consciência (2x)
 G  D7  G)  

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