Chords
Maguas de Boiadeiro

Key: F

Introduction: F    Bb    C7    F    C7    F    

                  C7                                                    F  
Antigamente nem em sonho existia
                                                                  C7                                                              F  
Tantas pontes sobre os rios nem asfalto nas estradas
                        C7                                                                      F  
A gente usava quatro ou cinco sinueiros
                                          C7                                                              F  
Pra trazer o pantaneiro no rodeio da boiada
  F7                            Bb                                                      F  
Mas hoje em dia tudo é muito diferente
                                                          C7                                                                    F  
Com o progresso nossa gente nem sequer faz uma ideia
F7                         Bb                                                         F  
Que entre outros fui peão de boiadeiro
                                                     C7                                                      F  C7  Bb  F  
Por este chão brasileiro os heróis da epopeia
                        C7                                                              F  
Tenho saudade de rever nas corrutelas
                                                  C7                                              F  
As mocinhas nas janelas acenando uma flor
                             C7                                                      F  
Por tudo isso eu lamento e confesso
                                                C7                                                              F  
Que a marcha do progresso é a minha grande dor
  F7            Bb                                                            F  
Cada jamanta que eu vejo carregada
                                                     C7                                                      F  
Transportando uma boiada me aperta o coração
  F7                    Bb                                                      F  
E quando olho minha tralha pendurada
                                                     C7                                                            F  C7  Bb  F  
De tristeza dou risada pra não chorar de paixão
                     C7                                                                 F  
O meu cavalo relinchando pasto a fora
                                                             C7                                                         F  
Que por certo também chora na mais triste solidão
                                     C7                                                              F  
Meu par de esporas meu chapéu de aba larga
                                          C7                                                         F  
Uma bruaca de carga, o meu lenço e o facão
  F7                 Bb                                                 F  
O velho basto, o sinete e o apero,
                                                     C7                                                    F  
O meu laço e o cargueiro, o ginete e o gibão,
  F7            Bb                                                                         F  
Ainda resta a guaiaca sem dinheiro deste
                             C7                                                            F    C7  Bb  F  
Pobre boiadeiro que perdeu a profissão.
                        C7                                                            F  
Não sou poeta, sou apenas um caipira.
                                                     C7                                              F  
E o tema que me inspira é a fibra de peão.
                                                  C7                              F  
Quase chorando imbuído nesta mágoa
                                                        C7                                                 F  
Rabisquei estas palavras e saiu esta canção
  F7                      Bb                                                            F  
Canção que fala da saudade das pousadas
                                                          C7                                                                 F  
Que já fiz com a peonada junto ao fogo de um galpão
F7                    Bb                                                         F  
Saudade louca de ouvir o som manhoso
                                                          C7                                                                 F    Bb  C7  F  
De um berrante preguiçoso nos confins do meu sertão.