Cifras
Enchendo os Olhos de Campo

Tono: G

Introducción: Cm    D7    G7    Cm    D7    G7    Cm    C7    Fm    Cm    G7    Cm    

dificultad
intermedio |||||
                                                                                                                                  G7  Ab7  G7  
Manhazita de maio e notícias do céu desabam nas casa
             Ab7                    G7                                                                                                 Cm  
Um angico nas brasas, consome sem pressa seu cerno de lei
                                                                                                                                        G7  Ab7  G7  
O meu cusco ovelheiro fareja o suor da xerca estendida
                  Ab7                 G7                                                                                              Cm  
Que descansa da lida e do lombo do baio, meu trono de rei
Gm7(5-)  C7              Fm                                                                                                    Cm  
Outro ronco de mate quebrava o murmúrio das chuvas nas telhas
                                     Ab                                                 D7                                         G7  
E o baeta vermelha, aberto em suas asas pingava no chão
C7                                      Fm                                                                                      Cm  
Imitando um sol posto, largava de pouco luz a da janela
                                                  Ab                                            G7                                              C    G7    C  
E empurrando a cancela um ventito minuano assobiava no oitão
                                                                                                                                        G7  
Pelo olhar da janela a vista perdia-se pelo campo vasto
                                                                                                                                                C  
Verdejando o pasto, coxilha e canhada até a beira do rio
C7                                    Fm                                                                                                    Cm  
Um mangueirão grande, guardando um silêncio dormido de pedras
                                                Ab                                                    G7                                                      C  
E uma estrada de léguas são parte da estória de alguém que partiu
     D7  G7  C  G7  C  C7  Fm  Cm  G7  Cm  
                                                                                                                                                                  G7  Ab7  G7  
Partiram pra longe, feito tantos do campo, feito cantos dos meus
                     Ab7                 G7                                                                                              Cm  
Que por conta de Deus e a procura de mais encilharam cavalos
                                                                                                                                                  G7  Ab7  G7  
E rumaram pra sempre, deixando o galpão, saudade e um mate
                Ab7                                 G7                                                                                              Cm  
Pra depois n'outro embate, pelear por sonho e talvez encontrá-lo
Gm7(5-)  C7            Fm                                                                                                    Cm  
Hoje abro a janela e pergunto pro tempo: por onde andarão?
                                                  Ab                              D7                                              G7  
Os que aqui no galpão, cevaram amargos por conta da lida
C7                                                 Fm                                                                                            Cm  
Que estenderam seus ponchos, baetas vermelhas de almas lavadas
                                                          Ab                                                 G7                                         C    G7  C  
Onde em léguas de estradas, na calma das tropas prosearam a vida
                                                                                                                                                                  G7  
Só o silêncio das pedras e água da chuva que encharca a mangueira
                                                                                                                                             C  
E uma dor costumeira, saudosa do tempo, me fazem costado
C7                                            Fm                                                                                                    Cm  
Vejo o angico nas cinzas e o cusco ovelheiro, deitado num canto
                                                        Ab                                            D7  G7                                         Cm  
E encho os olhos de campo de água e saudade, lembrando o passado
                                                                                                        Cm  
Manhãzita de maio, manhãzita de maio