Chords
Sitio Taquari

Key: G

Introduction:

G                                                                                                                                                              D  
Quando eu era pequeno morava na roça, numa palhoça feita de sapé
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Acordava bem cedo, bem de madrugada ouvindo a passarada e o meu galizé
                                                                                                                                     G7                                         C  
Na cozinha do rancho a mamãe acendia, o fogão de lenha pra fazer café
                                                                        G                                                         D                                            G  
Quando a água fervia na caçarolinha, todos lá de casa já estava de pé
G                                                                                                                                                                    D  
Depois do café nóis ia pra roça com a enxada nas costa para trabalhar
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No caminho nóis o sol nem bem nascia, na mata se ouvia cantar o sabia
                                                                                                                                  G7                                    C  
Chegando na roça, na invernada, na foice ou na enxada o mato descia
                                                                                        G                                            D                                            G  
Quando dava dez horas, nós ia parando, mamãe ia chegando e o almoço trazia
G                                                                                                                                                                                              D  
Que almoço gostoso a mamãe preparava, pra nóis não faltava a carne do leitão
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Franguinho na panela com cambuquira, taioba afogada com arroz e feijão
                                                                                                                                G7                                            C  
A vida era dura mais tinha fartura, na mesa de casa não faltava o pão
                                                                                             G                                            D                                            G  
De tarde lá em casa, quando nóis chegava, juntava a família e fazia reunião
G                                                                                                                                                                                         D  
O papai proseava, contava histórias, do tempo de glórias que já se passou
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Ele as vezes chorava, quando se lembrava, a saudade dos pais, da vovô e do vovô
                                                                                                                             G7                                            C  
Ali nós rezava, sorria e cantava, com violão sanfona pandeiro e agogô
                                                                                             G                              D                                            G  
Um cantava em primeira, outro em segunda, fazia dueto os irmãos cantadô
G                                                                                                                                                            D  
No domingo era dia de folga, nóis ia pro rio pra pescar lambari
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Nóis pescava o dia inteiro nas águas limpinhas do rio Tibagi
                                                                                                                G7                                      C  
Quando a tarde ia indo embora no mato se ouvia cantar a Juruti
                                                                  G                                                      D                                            G  
Hoje eu morro aqui na cidade, mas é grande a saudade do Sitio Taquarí

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