Cifras
Campeiro Que Canta Triste

Tono: A

Introducción: A    E7    

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Olhei um resto de campo
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E escrevi esta canção
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O que me faz cantar triste
                                                          A  
É esta destruição
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Tão acabando nossos campos
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Estão arando nosso chão
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(E quando eu canto me arrepia
                                                                     A  
E me dói no coração) 2x
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Tão destruindo nossos campos
Sou campeiro das missões
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Meu peito é forte e resiste,
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(Mas é por estas razões
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Que um campeiro canta triste) 2x
 A    E7    A    E7    A)  
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Os mato grande da estância
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Já estão tudo derrubado
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Onde eu comia Guavirova e Ariticum
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E procurava gado alçado
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As nossas caças selvagens
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Já não existe mais nada
                                                                                                                                  E7  
(Bicho de pelo e de pena tão morrendo
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Nas lavoura envenenada) 2x
                                                                                                E7  
Tão destruindo nossos campos
Sou campeiro das missões
                                                                                     A  
Meu peito é forte e resiste
                                                                                E7  
(Mas é por estas razões
                                                                                                  A  
Que um campeiro canta triste) 2x
 A    E7    A    E7    A)  
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Estância grande são poucas
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Tão repartida em piquete
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Os domadores tão mudados
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Existem poucos ginetes
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Já não golpeiam mais no queixo
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Potranca xucra ou bagual
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(Tão estragando os cavalos
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Com esta doma racional) 2x
                                                                                                E7  
Tão destruindo nossos campos
Sou campeiro das missões
                                                                                     A  
Meu peito é forte e resiste
                                                                                E7  
(Mas é por estas razões
                                                                                                  A  
Que um campeiro canta triste) 2x
 A    E7    A    E7    A)  
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A agricultura tá acabando
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Com a parte financeira deste povo
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Este meu verso é um apelo pra que voltem
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Para a pecuária de novo
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Pois o meu canto é realidade
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É cerne de Cabreúva
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(Gado não seca com o sol, meu patrão
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Nem apodrece com a chuva) 2x
                                                                                                E7  
Tão destruindo nossos campos
Sou campeiro das missões
                                                                                     A  
Meu peito é forte e resiste
                                                                                E7  
(Mas é por estas razões
                                                                                                  A  
Que um campeiro canta triste) 2x
 A    E7    A    E7    A)