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Key: G

Introduction:

                                                                                                             D7 
De vez em quando, quando boto a mão nos cobres
                                                                                                                         Gm 
Não existe china pobre, nem garçom de cara feia
                                                                                                         D7 
Eu sou de longe, onde chove e não goteia
                                                                                                                                                                     Gm 
Não tenho medo de potro, nem macho que compadreia
                                                                                                           D7 
Boleio a perna e vou direto pro retoço
                                                                                                                                                                               Gm 
Quanto mais quente o alvoroço, muito mais me sinto afoito
                                                                                                                       D7 
E o chinaredo, que de muito me conhece
                                                                                                                               Gm 
Sabe que pedindo desce, meu facão na "28"
                                                                         D7 
Remancheio num boteco ali nos trilhos
                                                                                                           Gm 
Enquanto no bebedouro mato a sede do tordilho
                                                                           D7 
Ouço mugindo o barulho da cordeona
                                                                                                     Gm 
E a velha porca rabona, retouçando no salão
                                                                                                             D7 
Quem nunca falta é um índio porco e grosso
                                                                                           Gm 
De apelido Pescoço, da rabona ao querendão
Int.
                       G                                         D7 
(Entro na sala no meio da confusão
                                                                                                         G 
Fico meio atarantado que nem cusco em procissão
               Gm                                                           D7 
Quase sempre chego assim meio com sede
                                                                                                                                         G 
Quebro o meu chapéu na testa de beijar santo em parede
                           D7                                               G 
Me serve um liso daquela que matou o guarda)
                                                                                                       D7 
Guardo o trabuco empanturrado de bala
                                                                                                 Gm 
Meu facão, chapéu e pala e com licença, vou dançar
                                                                             D7 
Nestes fandangos, levo a guaiaca recheada
                                                                                               Gm 
Danço com a melhor china, que me importa de pagar
                                                                         D7 
O meu cavalo, deixo atado no palanque
                                                                                                                       Gm 
Só não quero que ele manque quando terminar a farra
                                                                                       D7 
A milicada sempre vem fora de hora
                                                                                                                                         Gm 
Mas eu saio porta afora, só quero ver quem me agarra
                                                                 D7 
Desde piazito, a polícia não espero
                                                                                     Gm 
Se estoura a reboldosa me tapo de quero-quero
                     G7                                       Cm 
Desde piazito, a polícia não espero
             F7                     Bb           D7                         Gm 
Se estoura a reboldosa me tapo de quero-quero
Int.       ( )

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