Chords
Do Rincão do Pau Fincado

Key: G

Introduction: G    D    G    D    G    D    G    

difficulty
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G                                                                                 D  
Eu sou crioulo do Rincão do Pau Fincado
                                                                                                                  G  
E este jeito abagualado já de longe me apresenta
                        Em                                                                                    D  
Uso, por gosto, um chapelão que é quase um tacho
                                                                                                                     G  
Bem preso no barbicacho que o vento não arrebenta
                        Em                                                                                    D  
Uso, por gosto, um chapelão que é quase um tacho
                                                                                                                     G  
Bem preso no barbicacho que o vento não arrebenta
                                                                                                     D  
Eu tenho um laço que não briqueio por outro
                                                                                                                        G  
Pois muito pulso de potro já golpeou por patacoada
                                Em                                                                    D  
Não sou dos taura' mas, num pealo, me garanto
                                                                                                                G  
Pode vir de qualquer canto que tropica na bolcada
                                Em                                                                    D  
Não sou dos taura' mas, num pealo, me garanto
                                                                                                                G  
Pode vir de qualquer canto que tropica na bolcada
                        D                                                                            G  
Na minha terra, se um veiaco esconde o toso
                                                  D                                                                 G  
É num upa que o baldoso enreda a marca na soiteira
                        D                                                                      G  
Na minha terra, só o que tiremo' agarrado
                                        C                                      D                         G  
É alguma beiço pintado, dessas bem namoradeira
 G    D    G    D)  
 G    D    G)  
                                                                                          D  
O meu esporte favorito é um baile bueno
                                                                                                          G  
Aonde escuto o sofreno d'uma cordiona baguala
                             Em                                                              D  
E eu me destaco marcando firme o compasso
                                                                                                                                G  
Forçando a curva do braço com a mais vistosa da sala
                             Em                                                            D  
E eu me destaco marcando firme o compasso
                                                                                                                                G  
Forçando a curva do braço com a mais vistosa da sala
                                                                                             D  
Mas também gosto d'um domingo de carreira
                                                                                                                  G  
E alguma festa campeira pra me luzir bem pachola
                             Em                                                            D  
Chego assoprando e embalando um redomão
                                                                                                                          G  
Que, ali, no correr da mão, deixo sentado na cola
                             Em                                                            D  
Chego assoprando e embalando um redomão
                                                                                                                        G  
Que, ali, no correr da mão, deixo sentado na cola
                        D                                                                            G  
Na minha terra, se um veiaco esconde o toso
                                                  D                                                                 G  
É num upa que o baldoso enreda a marca na soiteira
                        D                                                                      G  
Na minha terra, só o que tiremo' agarrado
                                        C                                      D                         G  
É alguma beiço pintado, dessas bem namoradeira
 G    D    G    D)  
 G    D    G)  
                                                                                             D  
Quando eu morrer, me velem numa mangueira
E me enterrem bem na porteira
                                                     G  
Faço este pedido em vida
                                Em                                                      D  
E não se assustem se n'alguma madrugada
                                                                                                             G  
Eu gritar com a cavalhada na hora da recolhida
                                Em                                                      D  
E não se assustem se n'alguma madrugada
                                                                                                             G  
Eu gritar com a cavalhada na hora da recolhida
                                                                                                  D  
No meu velório, quero farra, dança e trago
                                                                                                                     G  
E a bandeira do meu pago feito mortalha pra mim
                                Em                                                                            D  
E não se esqueçam que a minha história sem luxo
                                                                                                                        G  
Conta d'um povo gaúcho que luta pra não ter fim
                             Em                                                                              D  
E não se esqueçam que a minha história sem luxo
                                                                                                                        G  
Conta d'um povo gaúcho que luta pra não ter fim
                        D                                                                            G  
Na minha terra, se um veiaco esconde o toso
                                                  D                                                                 G  
É num upa que o baldoso enreda a marca na soiteira
                        D                                                                      G  
Na minha terra, só o que tiremo' agarrado
                                        C                                      D                         G  
É alguma beiço pintado, dessas bem namoradeira
                     D                                                                      G  
Na minha terra, só o que tiremo' agarrado
                                        C                                      D                         G  
É alguma beiço pintado, dessas bem namoradeira