Chords
Fulanos e Sicranos

Key: F

Introduction:  Bm   F#7   Bm  

difficulty
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                                             F#7                                                                             Bm 
Pensei que fosse um galope, um sonho de à trote acariciando de toda
                                                                                       F#7                                         Bm 
Esta milonga sem rima que enrodilhada nas clinas rejeita tudo que dobra
                                   F#7                                                                             Bm 
Podia ser de à cavalo este entono de galo este manejo de freio
                                                                                       F#7                                                       Bm 
Este olhar de posseiro que amadrinhado nos tentos, estima o suor que lhe sobra
                                         F#7                                                                               Bm 
Pensei que fossemos cúmplices, múltiplos meigos mansos soltos vagos
                                                   F#7                                     Bm 
Cabeça de gado potro e rodeio na leva dos arremates
                                         F#7                                                               Bm 
Pensei que fossemos caça, várzea, rio cheio campo quebranto
                                                       F#7                                                 Bm 
Blanco, chimango peão e chibeiro, no aparte do buenas tardes
             F#7                           Bm 
(Ai milonga, milonga buena
           F#7                           Bm 
Ai milonga, milonga buena)
                                         F#7                                                                                 Bm 
Podia haver mais um catre, uma rodada de mate uma noitada, um afeto
                                                                                       F#7                                         Bm 
Um bem-me-quer descoberto uma qualquer novidade alheia à nossa vontade
                                           F#7                                                       Bm 
Podia haver mais que terra, pouca miséria junta carreta
                                                 F#7                                       Bm 
Soga, soiteira canga e arado, benfeitora e machado
                                           F#7                                                     Bm 
Pensei que fôssemos fruto, suco, bagaço lenha, coivara
                                                                           F#7                                               Bm 
Verde e queimada na alienação das porteiras do mata-burro à estrada
                                         F#7                                                           Bm 
Pensei que fôssemos bando, nômades músicos mouros e manos
                                                         F#7                                             Bm 
Fulanos, sicranos sábios paisanos no despertar das manadas
( )
                                     F#7                                                                                                   Bm 
Talvez me faça costado outra milonga ou gateado outra figueira, outra sombra
                                                                                     F#7                                         Bm 
Outra paixão sem delongas outra carícia antiga, mimosa como a saudade
                                       F#7                                                                                     Bm 
Talvez nem seja preciso, usar o mesmo alarido do quero-quero teatino
                                                                                     F#7                                             Bm 
Do boitatá de mangueira prá afugentar as ovelhas, arrebanhadas pro gasto
                                             F#7                                                                         Bm 
Preciso acostumar meu dom a aperfeiçoar a voz fortalecer o rebanho
                                                                             F#7                                           Bm 
Ah que tolice a minha fazendo minha vidinha, encimesmado de abraços
                                         F#7                                                                         Bm 
Preciso amamentar a fome toda dos guachos regar a sede dos pastos
                                                                               F#7                                             Bm 
Dar pérola aos porcos fazer tudo o que gosto, prá dar porfia ao passo