Chords
Filososfia De Andejo

Key: D

Introduction:

difficulty
intermediate |||||
             G  D7  G  D7  G  C  D7  G  D7  G  
                                                                                                                          D7  
Frente ao caminho me calo, e o pensamento sofreno
                                                                                                                          G  
O mundo é muito pequeno, prás patas do meu cavalo
Em                                                      A7                                            D7  
Nesta jornada terrena, aprende muito quem anda
C                                                            D7                                                         G  
Sempre que a alma se agranda a estrada fica pequena         Bis
Int.
                                                                                                                D7  
A carpeta da distância é a escola do jogador
                                                                                                                                     G  
Se invide mais de um amor, mas só se perde uma infância
Em                                                 A7                                                 D7  
O jogo da redoblona, é a lei maior do combate
C                                                    D7                                                         G  
Nunca se agradece o mate, se tem água na cambona      Bis
Int.
                                                                                                                                        D7  
O amor ao chão não tem preço, se aprende deste piazinho
                                                                                                                          G  
O brabo é achar o caminho, pra retornar ao começo
Em                                                                 A7                                                    D7  
Onde há vaca existe touro, este é o primeiro decreto
C                                                 D7                                                      G  
E até o mais analfabeto sabe brincar de namoro         Bis
Int.
                                                                                                                        D7  
Por escondido que seja, o rancho que tem bailanta
                                                                                                                                G  
Guitarra, gaita e percanta, meu flete sempre fareja
Em                                                                    A7                                                      D7  
Eu penso, penso e repenso, ninguém nasceu pra ser mau
C                                              D7                                                      G              
Quem usa freio de pau, é por gostar do silêncio            Bis
Int.
                                                                                                                                     D7  
Deve haver algum feitiço, depois que o tempo nos laça
                                                                                                                  G  
O mundo não tinha graça se a vida fosse só isso
Em                                                                 A7                                            D7  
Frente ao caminho me calo, e o pensamento sofreno
C                                                 D7                                                              G  
O mundo é muito pequeno, prás patas do meu cavalo         Bis