Chords
Cantiga Para o Meu Chão

Key: G

Introduction:

  G  
Sinto na goela a força desta cantiga
                                                                                                                                                          D7/F#  
Que certamente há de irmanar o meu povo
                                                     Am                                                                                                              D7/F#  
Pra que a esperança e a humildade se acolherem
                                                                                                                                                             G  
E se entreverem na busca de um mundo novo
G  
Erguendo ranchos de santa fé e pau a pique
                                                                                                                                                  D7/F#  
Bolcando a terra com mariposas e arados
                                                     Am                                                                                                 D7/F#  
Semeando vidas na imensidão deste pampa
                                                                                                                                                                  G  
Mantendo a estampa do Rio Grande abagualado
                                                          D7/F#                                                                                            G  
Foi junto aos tauras que nasceram das peleias
                                                             D7/F#                                                                                                                    G  
E os que entregaram corpo e alma ao nosso chão
                                                C                                                                                                    D7/F#  
Que veio à tona este apego sem costeio
                                                                                                                                                        G  
Que faz floreio e nos golpeia o coração
                             D7/F#                                                                                                                 G  
Temos nas veias o mesmo sangue dos guapos
                                          D7/F#                                                                                         G  
Temos no peito a mesma gana dos outros
                                        C                                                                                                                            D7/F#  
Que se extraviaram em faturas de gado alçado
                                                                                                                                                                     G  
Ou nos banhados sumiram boleando potros
G  
Esta querência falquejada a ferro e fogo
                                                                                                                                                        D7/F#  
Fez do gaúcho um centauro sobre a terra
                                                     Am                                                                                                              D7/F#  
Trazendo adiante uma trajetória que encanta
                                                                                                                                                        G  
E na garganta um bravo grito de guerra
G  
Este gaudério que cortou várzeas e grotas
                                                                                                                                                     D7/F#  
Desdobrou léguas na volta dos corredores
                                                     Am                                                                                                    D7/F#  
Costeou matreiros sovando garras e laços
                                                                                                                                             G  
Abrindo espaços pra ginetes e pealadores
                        D7/F#                                                                                                              G  
Um sentimento dentro de mim se alvorota
                          D7/F#                                                                                                         G  
Por isso eu canto clamando por liberdade
                                        C                                                                                                                                 D7/F#  
A esta gente que luta changueando uns cobres
                                                                                                                                        G  
E além de pobres enfrentam desigualdades
                  D7/F#                                                                                                            G  
Mas algum dia há de brotar campo à fora
                        D7/F#                                                                                                                         G  
Frutos de um sonho que um dia serão tronqueira
                     C                                                                                                            D7/F#  
Pra palanquear uma tropilha de mouros
                                                                                                                                                G  
E os índios touros vão surgir na polvoadeira!