Cifras
Cantiga Para o Meu Chão

Tono: G

Introducción:

   G 
Sinto na goela a força desta cantiga
                                                                                                                     D7/F# 
Que certamente há de irmanar o meu povo
                                         Am                                                                                   D7/F# 
Pra que a esperança e a humildade se acolherem
                                                                                                                       G 
E se entreverem na busca de um mundo novo
 G 
Erguendo ranchos de santa fé e pau a pique
                                                                                                               D7/F# 
Bolcando a terra com mariposas e arados
                                         Am                                                                         D7/F# 
Semeando vidas na imensidão deste pampa
                                                                                                                           G 
Mantendo a estampa do Rio Grande abagualado
                                             D7/F#                                                                     G 
Foi junto aos tauras que nasceram das peleias
                                               D7/F#                                                                                       G 
E os que entregaram corpo e alma ao nosso chão
                                     C                                                                           D7/F# 
Que veio à tona este apego sem costeio
                                                                                                                   G 
Que faz floreio e nos golpeia o coração
                       D7/F#                                                                                     G 
Temos nas veias o mesmo sangue dos guapos
                                 D7/F#                                                                   G 
Temos no peito a mesma gana dos outros
                               C                                                                                             D7/F# 
Que se extraviaram em faturas de gado alçado
                                                                                                                             G 
Ou nos banhados sumiram boleando potros
 G 
Esta querência falquejada a ferro e fogo
                                                                                                                   D7/F# 
Fez do gaúcho um centauro sobre a terra
                                         Am                                                                                   D7/F# 
Trazendo adiante uma trajetória que encanta
                                                                                                                   G 
E na garganta um bravo grito de guerra
 G 
Este gaudério que cortou várzeas e grotas
                                                                                                                 D7/F# 
Desdobrou léguas na volta dos corredores
                                         Am                                                                           D7/F# 
Costeou matreiros sovando garras e laços
                                                                                                           G 
Abrindo espaços pra ginetes e pealadores
                   D7/F#                                                                                   G 
Um sentimento dentro de mim se alvorota
                     D7/F#                                                                               G 
Por isso eu canto clamando por liberdade
                               C                                                                                                 D7/F# 
A esta gente que luta changueando uns cobres
                                                                                                       G 
E além de pobres enfrentam desigualdades
               D7/F#                                                                                 G 
Mas algum dia há de brotar campo à fora
                   D7/F#                                                                                           G 
Frutos de um sonho que um dia serão tronqueira
                 C                                                                                 D7/F# 
Pra palanquear uma tropilha de mouros
                                                                                                             G 
E os índios touros vão surgir na polvoadeira!