Chords
Toada de Ronda

Key: A

Introduction: Am    E7    Am    E7    Dm    C    E    Am    

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Poncho e laço, galho atado, chapéu batido na cola
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E a cavalhada por diante e os pingos barbeando o freio
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Charla indiada estrada afora em teu primeiro rodeio
 Am    E7    Am    E7    Dm    C    E    Am)  
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Quando ela estoura na ronda, sem medo o pachola espicho
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Que ele sabe onde hay buraco, pela catinga dos bichos
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Meu morito orelha curta, sabe como é que se faz
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Se o boi pula, pula junto, não se apartam nunca mais
 Am    E7    Am    E7    Dm    C    E    Am)  
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Venha, venha, venha boi, abro o peito nas estradas
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Venha boi, ai venha venha, e a tropa marcha encordoada
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E eu chamo tranco do alegre, chapéu torto, pala ao vento
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Mais homem que um comandante, na frente de um regimento
 Am    E7    Am    E7    Dm    C    E    Am)  
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Opa, opa, marcha, marcha, e na primeira porteira
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E só no mais, talha a talha, no meio da polvadeira
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Meu pangaré malacara, com a cavalhada na ponta
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Se empina e atira e não para, quase me faz errar a conta
 Am    E7    Am    E7    Dm    C    E    Am)  
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No meu tordilho gadelha, que é um peixe em que coube arreio
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Largo tropa inté no mar, tanto faz baixo ou bem cheio
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Ah! uma quadrilha macota, é o galardão do tropeiro
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Sai dos pagos missioneiros, chega escarseando entre voltas
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