Cifras
Gente de Minha Terra

Tono: E

Introducción: E    B7    E    B7    A    B7    E    

E                                                                         B7  
Fiz tanta homenagem ao interior
                                                                        E  
Ao trabalhador de alma gentil
                                        G#m                                 F#m  
Os versos que fiz colegas gravaram
                                B7                                      E  
E se espalharam por este Brasil
                                                                  B7  
E a saudade da minha terra
                                                                                             E  
Tornou-se um hino na voz do meu povo
                          E7                                            A  
Por quem deixou a terra querida
                                                                                  B7  
Embora alcançando sucesso na vida
                                                                                             E  
Não há quem não queira revê-la de novo.
                                                                                          B7  
Quem que esquece o campo e a cascata
                                                                             E  
O lago, a mata, a pesca de anzol
                                G#m                                         F#m  
O gado pastando o capim do atalho
                                          B7                                      E  
Molhado de orvalho, brilhando ao sol
                                                                B7  
E a gentileza daquele povo
                                                                                     E  
Que a todos dispensam aquele calor
             E7                                                                      A  
Eu gosto da vida e também da cidade
                                                                        B7  
E sei que existe a felicidade
                                                                             E  
Mas deve ser filha do interior.
                                                                                          B7  
Nas bailes da roça eu sempre cantava
                                                                                          E  
Alguém que me amava chorava por mim
                                  G#m                                                 F#m  
Depois eu dançava no grande terreiro
                                B7                                         E  
Sentindo o cheiro do pé de jasmim
                                                                B7  
E até hoje ainda eu    sinto
                                                                        E  
Aquele perfume pairando no ar
                                E7                                            A  
Que faz reviver a feliz mocidade
                                                                  B7  
É o perfume da doce saudade
                                                                                  E  
Que nada no mundo consegue apagar
                                                                                        B7  
É quase um mistério a vida da gente
                                                                             E  
A luta da mente é quase que vã
                          G#m                                         F#m  
Aquilo que hoje se vê naufragada
                                  B7                                      E  
Talvez será nada em nosso amanhã
                                                                  B7  
E a saudade de minha terra
                                                                                          E  
Que está em minha alma e todo meu ser
                        E7                                                         A  
No palco da vida eu vou trabalhando
                                                                                             B7  
Mas quando sentir as cortinas fechando
                                                                                  E  
É na minha terra que quero morrer.