Chords
No Invernadão Das Polianga

Key: D

Introduction:

D  
Clareia o dia, no grito que firma a goela
                                                                                                                A7  
Do peão da estância que busca a volta dos fundos
                     Em                                                    A7  
Até o sereno das macegas se levanta
                                                                                                                     Bm  
E o sol groteiro sai das timba e vem pra o mundo
                                                                                                A7  
Costeio a sanga e cruzo no passo do meio
                                  G                                                                 D  
Contemplo a calma da manhã que se arremanga
                                                                                        A7  
Um touro berra logo abaixo do saleiro
                                                                                                        Bm  
Tal fosse o dono do invernadao das poliangas
                                                                                                  A7  
Estendo a vista e bombeio de ponta a ponta
                                G                                                                 D  
Sigo ao tranquito enquanto a lida encordoa
                                                                                             A7  
Meto o cavalo num lote que ainda remancha
                                                                                        D  
Grameando quieto no costado da lagoa
                        Am                 D7                                         G  
Meto o cavalo num lote que ainda remancha
                             A            G            F#m      Em    D  
Grameando quieto no costado da lagoa
        D    A7    Bm    A7  
                  D    A7    Bm    A7    D  
D  
Sou peão de campo conheço bem o compasso
                                                                                          A7  
E não refugo quando a volta se abaguala
                             Em                                                         A7  
Não é brinquedo lidar com gado de cria
                                                                                                Bm  
Onde o campeiro cura bicheira e assinala
                                                                                                                  A7  
Mas pra este ofício fui parido e não me “achico”
                        G                                                                         D  
Pois acredito, que este seja o meu destino
                                                                                                     A7  
De andar no mundo empurrando algum fiador
                                                                                                  Bm  
E tirando balda de algum metido a malino
                                                                                                          A7  
Sei que o meu mundo se resume a este anseio
                             G                                                                         D  
Que se destapa quando a manhã se arremanga
                                                                                                     A7  
Mas me acho livre, igual ao berro do touro
                                                                                                     D  
Que ecoa longe no invernadão das poliangas
                                  Am              D                                         G  
Mas me acho livre, igual ao berro do touro
                          A7                                                                    D  
Que ecoa longe no invernadão das poliangas
                                  Am              D                                         G  
Mas me acho livre, igual ao berro do touro
        G    G#    A7         G      F#m            Em                 D  
Que ecoa longe no invernadão das poliangas