Chords
Fazenda São Francisco

Key: D

Introduction: B    F#7    Abm    B    F#7    B    

                                                    G  
(o Victor toca com o capotreaste na 2a casa,entao se for utiliza-lo diminua 1 tom,
que fica igual a tocada pela dupla)
B                                              F#7                                                                 Abm  
Eu fiz a maior proeza pras bandas do rio da morte
                                                  F#                      F#7                                      B  
com outro caminhoneiro traquejado no transporte
                                                E                                                                    B  
fui buscar uma vacada, para um criador do norte,
                                                  F#                      F#7                                    B  
na chegada eu precenti que era um dia de sorte
                                                        F#                            F#7                            B  F#7     B  
depois do embarque feito, só ficou um boi de corte....
Introdução de viola
B                                         F#                                                                    Abm  
O mestiço era bravo, que até na sombra investia
                                                F#                      F#7                                      B  
a filha do fazendeiro molhando os labios dizia
                                                     E                                                         B  
eu nunca beijei ninguém, juro pela luz do dia
                                                             F#                 F#7                         B  
mas quem montar nesse boi e tirar a valentia
                                                          F#                            F#7                              B  F#7  
ganha meu primeiro beijo que eu darei com alegria
(intro de viola)
  B                                                 F#7                                                                 Abm  
Vendo a beleza da moça, meu sangue ferveu na veia
                                                             F#                      F#7                                    B  
eu calcei um par de esporas e passei a mão na peia
                                                        E                                                            B  
peguei o mestiço a unha, rolei com ele na areia
                                                     F#                              F#7                              B  
enquanto ele esperneava, fui apertando a correia
                                                                        F#                                 F#7                                 B  
mais quando eu sentei no lombo foi que eu vi a coisa feia....
(intro de viola)
  B                                                 F#7                                                    Abm  
O boi saltou a porteira no primeiro corcoveado,
                                                  F#                    F#7                                    B  
numa ladeira de pedra, desceu pulando furtado,
                                             E                                                                 B  
saia lingua de fogo, cheirava chifre queimado,
                                                                F#                    F#7                         B  
quando os cascos do mestiço batiam no lageado,
                                                     F#                         F#7                            B  
parou berrando na espora ajoelhando derrotado
     B                                              F#7                                                      Abm  
Pra cumprir sua promessa, a moça veio ligeiro
                                          F#                      F#7                            B  
e disse você provou ser peão de boiadeiro,
                                                                  E                                                 B  
dos prêmios que vou lhe dar, o beijo é o primeiro,
                                          F#                                 F#7                                 B  
sua boca foi abrindo, seu olhar ficou morteito,
                                             F#                      F#7                                    B  
nessa hora eu acordei abraçando o travesseiro.