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Mala Amarela

Key: E

Introduction: E    B7    

  E                                                                              B7                                                                                            E  
Eram quatro e meia passava um pouquinho, o fosco clarinho rasgava o varjão
                                                                                        B7                                                                                      E  
Era o trem noturno que vinha apontando, e logo parando na velha estação
                                  A                                                 G#m                                            F#m                                 B7  
Meu corpo tremia meus olhos molhados, o meu pai do lado e a mala no chão
                                        A                                      E                                         B7                                    E  
Beijei o seu rosto e disse na hora, o mundo lá fora me espera paizão
        E                                                              B7                                                                                            E  
Entrei no vagão corri pra janela, e a mala amarela do velho eu catei
                                                                                     B7                                                                                              E  
O trem deu partida soqueou bruscamente, e ali novamente sua mão eu beijei
                                          A                                 G#m                                         F#m                                      B7  
Um pouco pra diante vi minha casinha, e a minha mãezinha de pé no portão
                                A                                                 E                                    B7                                    E  
Ela não me viu e do trem na corrida, ouvi as latidas do velho sultão
 E  B7)  
  E                                                                            B7                                                                         E  
Um certo senhor da poltrona vizinha, dizia que vinha do paranazão
                                                                                  B7                                                                                         E  
Me disse também num jeito cortes, é a primeira vez que deixo o sertão
                                  A                                         G#m                                      F#m                              B7  
Pedi seu conselho e ele me disse, seu moço a velhice é dura demais
                                                A                                              E                                    B7                                         E  
Eu sou bem mais velho e posso aconselhar, é duro ficar distante dos pais
  E                                                                                 B7                                                                                    E  
Eu nunca esqueci o que o velho falou, o tempo passou e pra casa voltei
                                                                                        B7                                                                                         E  
Quem fica distante jamais se conforma, lá na plataforma meus pais avistei
                          A                                                 G#m                                    F#m                                                 B7  
Desci comovido abracei ele e ela, e a mala amarela meu filho eu não vi
                                  A                                                    E                                                    B7                                 E  
Meu pai acredite na fala de um homem, pra não passar fome a mala eu vendi
          F#                                                                         B                                                                 F#                              B  
Que pena, que pena era minha lembrança, que eu trouxe de herança do seu avó
                                        A                                            E                                         B7                                    E  
Mas deixa pra lá eu vou me esquecer, a herança é você e você já voltou

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