Chords
Ritual De Campo E Milonga

Key: F

Introduction:

                            Dm  A7  D7  Gm  Dm  A7  Dm  C7  F  
F                                                                                                                                                                                              Bb  
A sombra grande da tarde desceu comprida mais lenta
Bb                              Am                      Gm                                                                                              C7  
Sobre o juncal dos açudes com suas águas barrentas
Bb                                                                                              Am  
Da pobre rês desgarrada a dor escapa no berro
D7                                                              Gm              C7                                                              F              A7  
Sentindo fundo do quarto a marca quente do ferro
Dm                                                                                         F  
Homens arrastam esporas no entre e sai dos galpões
     Bb                                                                                                                    Am  
Cansados na desencilha pra um mate ao pé dos fogões
D7                                                              Gm                      G#                                                         Gm  
A palha boa pra o fumo pros lábios um gole de pura
                                                                                          Bb                                                                                      D7  
E uma guitarra en las mãos onde a paixão e ternura
                G              Am                    Bm                    D7                                                      G  
(Então o verso se arranca da guela vindo pra fora
                C                                                         G            A7                                                                            D7  
E a alma doce se liberta meu sonho na mesma hora
        C                                                                    F#º              A#º         G  
E andar cantando pros outros com queixos de noite longas
                                                                  A7                    C                                                         G         F  
Amor estago querência ritual de campo e milonga)
Int.
F                                                                                                                                                                      Bb  
O tosador la no povo que vem pra sapra nos pila
Bb                    Am                         Gm                                                                                                              C7  
Envelheceu já faz tempo mas não se cansa da esquila
  Bb                                                                                                         Am  
Um lago de prosa mansa no campo a fora em estância
D7                                                                      G                    C7                                                                                 F                      A7  
Interte o pouco da indiada montando os potros da estância
Dm                                                                                                         F  
Mas quando chega o inverno com o frio vem o temor
        Bb                                                                                                 Am  
E ate o coração mais bruto reclama a falta de amor
D7                                                                                 Gm              G#                                                    Gm  
É quando as coisas da vida já não se ajeitam no tranco
                                                                             Bb                                                                                      D7  
E uma saudade de china desquina vindo do pranto