Cifras
Baldas de Potro Cuiudo

Tono: B

Introducción: E    F#m    B7    G#m    C7    F#m    B7    E    

dificultad
intermedio |||||
                                                                                                B7                                                                                                                                            E  
O bagual mouro resolveu-me “exprimentá". Em seguida de “muntá", quando campeava um “estrivo".
                                                                                                                          B7                                                                                                         E  
Mas que eu me lembre, o homem comanda o cavalo! E o resto é pura bobagem criada pra vender livro.
     B7                                                                                         E                                         B7                                                                                                      E            E7  
Bagual tranqüilo, nunca tinha corcoveado. De “rédea" andava “costeado", já no ponto de “enfrenar".
                     A                                                              E                                                 B7                                                                                              E            E7  
Deve ter sido por causa do vento norte. Se arrastou batendo forte, com ganas de me sacar.
        A                                                                                              E                                            B7                 A  G#m  F#mE  
Deve ter sido por causa do vento norte. Se arrastou batendo forte, com ganas de me sacar.
  C#m                                 C#7                                         F#m                            B7                                                                                                                              E  
E as nazarenas, que eu não carrego de enfeite. Resolveram “prova" os dentes, “tenteando" a força da perna...
  C#m                            C#7                                              F#m                      B7                                                                                                                 E  
O que se passa na cabeça de um matungo? Que agarra nojo do mundo e do tento que lhe governa.
  C#m                              C7                                                 F#m                                 B7                                                                                                                    E  
Pegou na volta, com cacoetes de aporreado. Mas já me encontrou “estrivado", e ainda por cima “de lua".
        C#m                      C#7                              F#m                                                 B7A  G#m  F#m                      E  
Me fui na boca, caiu sentado na cola. Já que freqüenta minha escola da velha doma charrua
          E  B7E      F#m  B7  G#m  C7  F#m  B7E  
                                                                                                  B7                                                                                                                                                 E  
Levei os ferro e lhe enredei num “quero-quero" Cavalo que eu considero, respeita o índio campeiro!
                                                                                                                B7                                                                                                                                            E  
Deu mais uns “talhos", e viu que se topou mal. Seguiu mascando o bocal, num trote “Bueno" e ordeiro.
  B7                                                                                                                              E            B7                                                                                                      E            E7  
Fiquei pensando, co’as rédeas por entre os dedos. Nos mistérios e segredos deste oficio “macanudo"
        A                                                                                                                      E                    B7                                                                                              E                 E7  
Se um flete manso, “devalde" “se queda" brabo. Deve ser obra do diabo ou baldas de “potro cuiudo".
  A                                                                                                                      E                                            B7                      A                 G#m  F#mE  
Se um flete manso, “devalde" “se queda" brabo.    Deve ser obra do diabo ou baldas de “potro cuiudo".