Chords
Ronda de Tropa

Key: E

Introduction:

  E7  A  
Chapéu grande desabado e um poncho carnal vermelho
                                                                             B7                              E7  
Um corredor desparelho e um redemunho de guampa
     Bm7                                                                                                      E7  
Zebu cruzado com o pampa, vaca de cria e faiada
                                                                                                                             A  
Tropa estendida na estrada e o véio pago na estampa
Vou no fiador meu patrício tauriando com esta coplita
                                                                     B7                                      E7  
Que se desata solita, rondando solo e chincal
     Bm7                                                                                                    E7  
Parece um baile bagual no tilintar das chilenas
                                                                                                                A  
Lembra daquela morena me esperando no portal
                  A7                         D                                                                 A  
(Bamo reuni o pessoal que hoje a noite é de ronda
                                             E7                                                                    A  
Cantar pro gado bagual antes que a lua se esconda
             D         B7      E7                                         A  
Era, êra, êra boi era boi era boiada      Bis
A7                                            D                                                                 E7  
Este meu verso campeiro é pra abraçar os tropeiros
                                                             A  
Que ainda vivem na estrada)
Int.
                                                                                B7                                 E7  
De ponteiro véio Ari, negro guapo e changueador
          Bm7                                                                                                      E7  
Vem culatreando o seu flor, capataz desses torenas
                                                                                                                                     A  
Que faz dueto das chilenas, com os flecos do tirador
E o Benício lava a alma, num trago largo de vinho
                                                                          B7                                 E7  
E um toso de passarinho, ficou bonito no ruano
Bm7                                                                                                            E7  
Sobre o basto castelhano leva a ânsia galponeira
                                                                                                                                  A  
De tropear a vida inteira os seus próprios desenganos
( )
                                                                                        A  
Era, êra, êra boi era boi era boiada