Chords
Coração a Diesel

Key: F

Introduction: C    F    C    F    C    F    

  F                                                                                                      C7  
Dezoito pneus rodando e a saudade estacionada
                                                  Gm                                                 F  
O nome dela na frente com letras iluminadas
                                                                                                                     Bb  
No radio Moda de Viola vou cortado a madrugada.
                                                F  
Vento chora na janela
                                          C7                 Bb                      C7                 F  
Cabeça pesando nela e os olhos firme na estrada.
C7                                                                 Gm                                 F  
Vai coração... bater mais forte é impossível
                                                                C7                                                      F  
Queimando igual óleo diesel na injetora da paixão
          C7                            Bb              C7              F  
Vai coração... batendo igual biela
F7                                            Bb                                 C7                         F  
Teu dono é gamado nela e apaixonado por caminhão.
F                                                                                                                 C7  
O ar que corre nos freios é igual sangue nas veias
                                     Gm                         C7                                              F  
O amor que sinto por ela é igual polia e correia.
                                                F7                                                 Bb  
Saudade passa da conta e vira saudade e meia
                                                                F  
Se estou voltando pra casa
                                                C7                              Bb                    C7                 F  
O meu bruto cria asas e sai da frente que a coisa feia.