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Não Dou Sangue Pra Mutuca

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Introduction:

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Botei meus panos de festa tapeei meu chapéu na testa
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De beijar santo em parede
Enchi meu cantil de canha comi uma colher de banha
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Pra mode provocar a sede
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Dei de mão na “oito soco” e assim, num trancão de louco
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Saí procurando farra
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Total, eu não tenho dona, me casei com essa cordeona
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A nunca mais parei em casa
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Total, eu não tenho dona, me casei com essa cordeona
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A nunca mais parei em casa
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(Sou igual lebrão, meu parceiro, sesteio de olho aberto
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Não sou piá, mas ando esperto e sei desarmar arapuca
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O modismo não me assusta, sou espinho de japecanga
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Não dou pescoço pra canga e nem dou sangue pra mutuca)
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Tô mouro, mas sou pau ferro, vou na coxilha e dou um berro
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Paro rodeio solito
É bom chegar com jeitinho, não te engana, que o véinho
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É só tutano nos cambítos
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Toco milonga e rancheira, valsa, bugio e vaneira
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Chote com cheiro de mato
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Sou amigo dos amigos e quem não se der comigo
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Te garanto que é caco
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Sou amigo dos amigos e quem não se der comigo
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Te garanto que é caco
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Quando chego num fandango, já entro me chaqualhando
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Abro a gaita e dou um floreio
Saio empurrando a peiteira e a goela da botoneira
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Rachando o salão no meio
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De vez em quando, dou uns “grito”, porque eu acho bonito
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Quando o fandango se embala
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Por ser flor de debochado, num trancão de piá emburrado
                                                                A    A7  D  
Vou riscando o chão da sala
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Por ser flor de debochado, num trancão de piá emburrado
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Vou riscando o chão da sala
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