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Key: E

Introduction:  E   B7   E  

 E 
Fui criado na campanha
                                                                                           B7 
Em rancho de barro e capim Por isso é que eu canto assim
                                                                                 E 
Pra relembrá meu passado
Eu me criei arremendado
                                                                   B7 
Dormindo pelos galpão Perto de um fogo de chão
                                                                                     E 
Com os cabelo enfumaçado
                                                                                                 B7 
  Quando rompe a estrela D'alva Aquento a chaleira
                                                                           E 
Já quase no clariá o dia Meu pingo de arreio
                                                                   B7 
Relincha na estrevaria Enquanto uma saracura
                                                                                   E 
Vai cantando empulerada
                                                                       B7 
Escuto o grito do sorro E lá no piquete
                                                                         E 
Relincha o potro tordilho, Na boca da noite
                                                                       B7 
Me aparece um zorrilho, Vem mijá perto de casa

 E                                                                                                                                                                 B7 
Numa cama de pelego Me acordo de madrugada
                                                                                                                                                                   E 
Escuto uma mão pelada Acoando no banhadal
                                                                                                                                                                             B7 
Eu me criei xucro e bagual Honrando o sistema antigo
                                                                                                                                                                                         E 
Comendo feijão mexido Com pouca graxa e sem sal
                                           B7 
  Quando rompe a estrela D'alva Aquento a chaleira
                                                                           E 
Já quase no clariá o dia Meu pingo de arreio
                                                                   B7 
Relincha na estrevaria Enquanto uma saracura
                                                                                   E 
Vai cantando empulerada
                                                                       B7 
Escuto o grito do sorro E lá no piquete
                                                                         E 
Relincha o potro tordilho, Na boca da noite
                                                                       B7 
Me aparece um zorrilho, Vem mijá perto de casa

 E                                                                                                                                                                 B7 
Tô formando um alambrado Na beira de um corredor
                                                                                                                                                                                 E 
No cabo de um socador Quas mão rodeada de calo
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     B7 
No meu mango eu dou de estalo E sigo a minha campeirada
                                                                                                                                                                                   E 
E uma perdiz ressabiada Voa e me espanta o cavalo
                                                                                                   B7 
  Quando rompe a estrela D'alva Aquento a chaleira
                                                                                     E 
Já quase no clariá o dia Meu pingo de arreio
                                                                   B7 
Relincha na estrevaria Enquanto uma saracura
                                                                                   E 
Vai cantando empulerada
                                                                       B7 
Escuto o grito do sorro E lá no piquete
                                                                         E 
Relincha o potro tordilho, Na boca da noite
                                                                       B7 
Me aparece um zorrilho, Vem mijá perto de casa

 E                                                                                                                                                                 B7 
Lá no canto do capão O assoviar de um nambú
                                                                                                                                                                       E 
Numa trincheira o jacú Grita o sabiá nas pitanga
                                                                                   B7 
E bem na costa da sanga Berra a vaca e o bezerro
                                                                                                                                                                                       E 
No barulho do cincerro Eu encontro os bois de canga
                                                                                                       B7 
  Quando rompe a estrela D'alva Aquento a chaleira
                                                                           E 
Já quase no clariá o dia Meu pingo de arreio
                                                                   B7 
Relincha na estrevaria Enquanto uma saracura
                                                                                   E 
Vai cantando empulerada
                                                                       B7 
Escuto o grito do sorro E lá no piquete
                                                                         E 
Relincha o potro tordilho, Na boca da noite