Chords
Os "Loco" Lá da Fronteira

Key: G

Introduction:

                                          G7                                                                 C                                                                    D7                                                      G  
Não afrochemo nem os lançante pois semo loco de dá com pau
                                                                                                                                                D7                                                                                                                                    G  
cruzemo a nado se o rio não da vau neste mundo veio flor de cabuloso
                                             Em                                                                                            C                                                         D7                                                                            G  
  e o mala bruja quando esconde o toso nois esporiemo bem no sangrador
                                                                                                                                                        D7                                                                                                                                                      G  
em rancho de china se campiemo amor entremo sem sono e garantimo o poso
                                                                  Em                                                                              C                                                                    D7                                                                      G                         C  
em rancho de china se campeamo amor entremo sem sono e garantimo o poso
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        G  
Semo medonho no cabo da dança gostemo mesmo é do buchincho grosso
                                                                                                                                  D7                                                                                                                                 G  
que é pra sair tramando o pescoço ao trote largo nalguma rancheira
                                                Em                                                                         C                                                    D7                                                                    G  
e bem campante, levantando poeira cousa gaúcha vicio de campanha
                                                                                                                                        D7                                                                                                                                      G  
  limpemo a guela num trago de canha pois semo loco de lá da fronteira
                                                                        C                                                                      G                                                                                      D7  
2X    SEMO BEM LOCO LOCO DE BUENO MAS TEMO O VENENO NA
                                                        G                                                                                                      D7                                                                            C  
FOLHA DA FACA QUANDO SANGUE FERVE VIREMO A CABEÇA POR
                                             D7                                                                                 G  
DEUS PAISANO NINGUÉM ATACA
G  
                                                                                                                C                                                                    D7                                                                      G  
Nois semo loco lá da fronteira de raça tranqüila mas de pouca cincha
                                                                                                                                D7                                                                                                                                                      G  
  e de vereda quando o lombo incha saiam de perto que a xucresa é tanta
                                                             Em                                                                    C                                                                            D7                                                                         G  
  cremo em percanta que seja percanta apartemo os maula pra outra invernada
                                                                                                                                D7                                                                                                                                                         G  
  e a nossa bebida mais sofisticada é canha gelada num samba com fanta
                                                        Em                                                            C                                                            D7                                                                                 G                         C  
e a nossa bebida mais sofisticada é canha gelada num samba com fanta
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        G  
Nos semo loco mas não semo bobo semo parceiro de quem é parceiro
                                                                                                                     D7                                                                                                                                    G  
nas horas brabas e no entrevero nunca dexamo um amigo solito
                                          Em                                                         C                                                                    D7                                                      G  
pode ser feio, pode ser bonito mas é nosso jeito de levar a vida
                                                                                                                                                  D7                                                                                                                                                                 G  
por ser de campo e por gostar da lida é que volta e meia nois prendemo o grito
                                                                        C                                                                      G                                                                                      D7  
2X    SEMO BEM LOCO LOCO DE BUENO MAS TEMO O VENENO NA
                                                        G                                                                                                      D7                                                                            C  
FOLHA DA FACA QUANDO SANGUE FERVE VIREMO A CABEÇA POR
                                             D7                                                                                 G  
DEUS PAISANO NINGUÉM ATACA