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Key: A

Introduction:

difficulty
intermediate |||||
A                                                                         E                                    A  
Até parece um retrato tirado em dia de festa
B7                                                                                                              E  
Chapéu clareando na testa cada vez que me enforquilho
D                                                                                                                      C#m  
Num dos crioulos que encilho pra me tornar soberano
                                  Bm                                 E                              A  
Frente ao destino cigano que passa de pai pra filho
B7                                                                                                              E  
Feito uma estrela cadente que alumbra algum descampado
D                                                                                                                 A  
Meu baio de cacho atado atira o freio por graça
                                                          A                    G#m                    F#m            E  
Honrando o garbo da raça que a própria história carrega
D                                      E                                                                              A  
E pisa sobre as macegas igual se andasse na praça
D                                                                                                                                 E  
Honrando o garbo da raça que a própria história carrega
D                                      E                                                                              A              E    A  
E pisa sobre as macegas igual se andasse na praça
                                                     A/F#                                                    Bm  
Quando trago uma rosilha serena embaixo dos bastos
                                                     E                                                                         A  
Remendo os caminhos gastos me boleando desse altar
                                                     E                                                            D  
Hay yerba para matear um galpão pras guitarreadas
                                                     E                                                                    A  
Um verso nas madrugadas e um grilo pra me escutar
                                                     E                                                            D  
Hay yerba para matear um galpão pras guitarreadas
                                                     E                                                                    A  
Um verso nas madrugadas e um grilo pra me escutar
 E    A    D    C#    F#    B7    E    A)  
A                                                                         E                                                         A  
Se meus bastos não tem velas pra navegar nos varzedos
B7                                                                                                                                 E  
Sei que me basta o segredo de apartar cincha e bocal
D                                                                                                         C#m  
E me agrandar no recau de um mouro que a três ontonte
                                                                Bm            E                                            A  
Cismou ser mais que o horizonte bebendo a estrada real
B7                                                                                                                      E  
Um gateado flor de estampa pra pontear um tropa bruta
D                                                                                                              A  
Ou sair em reculuta sem ter pressa de volver
A                                                          G#m    F#m                                      E  
Quem faz a vida escorrer da cadência de um bom pingo
D                                                         E                                                              A  
Traz um olhar de domingo pra cada sol que nascer
D                                                                                                                            E  
Quem faz a vida escorrer da cadência de um bom pingo
D                                                         E                                                              A  
Traz um olhar de domingo pra cada sol que nascer
                                                     A/F#                                                    Bm  
Quando trago uma rosilha serena embaixo dos bastos
                                                     E                                                                         A  
Remendo os caminhos gastos me boleando desse altar
                                                     E                                                            D  
Hay yerba para matear um galpão pras guitarreadas
                                                     E                                                                    A  
Um verso nas madrugadas e um grilo pra me escutar
                                                     E                                                            D  
Hay yerba para matear um galpão pras guitarreadas
                                                     E                                                                    A  
Um verso nas madrugadas e um grilo pra me escutar