Cifras
Blues da Roça

Tono: G

Introducción:

dificultad
muy fácil |||||
     G                                                                    A  
De manhã cedo sai para caminhar
                                C                                      Bb                            A                    G  
Vi tantos macacos pulando, saltando pra lá e pra cá
                                                                                  A  
Pelo caminho encontrei, pura beleza de lei
                                     C                            Bb                                 A              G  
Na ida e na volta, cantando feliz, vida boa eu sei
                                                                                                          A  
Quando cheguei lá em casa, benzinho me chama vem cá
                                C                                      Bb                         A                      G  
Vamos colher chuchuconha, cantar e um blues vou criar
                                             B                                                      C  
É o blues lá da roça, desse chão que brota
                                             A                                                 C7                              G  
tudo e mais um pouco daquilo que a gente decide plantar
                                                                                          A  
Tem a manga rosa do Alceu, o abacateiro do Gil
                                C                                    Bb                    A                              G  
Cambucá docinho, pimenta aroeira e tudo que Deus deu
                                                                          A  
O som que se ouve, é tão natural
                                     C                                      B                    A              G  
Tico-tico, tucano, gambá, coelhinho lá no bambuzal
                                             B                                                      C  
É o blues lá da roça, desse chão que brota
                                             A                                                 C7                              G  
tudo e mais um pouco daquilo que a gente decide plantar