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Machaço Confronto

Tono: D

Introducción:

D  A7  Em7  A7  D  A7  Em7  A7  G  A7  D  
                                                                                                                                                          Ebº                                      Em7  
A chuva calma acolhera uma semana inté a charqueada ainda falta um eito de chão
                                                     F#m7                         G                                                                      A7                         D    A7  
Sinto saudade dos carinhos da paysana china adorada pra quem dei meu coração
                        D                              A7                              D                                                            A7                                      D    D7  
O gado arisco marcha firme ao despacito Maneco Rosa abre o peito e chama a tropa
                          G                 F#7                                                 Bm7                              E7                                                                 A7  
Negro buenacho conhece as manhas de um grito que sarandeia quando a goela se alvorota
                          G                 G#º                                                    D                                 A7                                                                 D  
Negro buenacho conhece as manhas de um grito que sarandeia quando a goela se alvorota
                                                                                                                                     Em7  
E o meu gateado mui delgado pede boca e o meu sombreiro sobre o poncho se faz quincha
                                A7                                                      D                                    A7                                                            D  
Quando a garoa que era mansa fica louca e a cavalhada ponteando a tropa relincha
                                                                                                                                             Em7  
Tem um parceiro que não sai do meu costado e quando atiço vai na ponta e vem de volta
                          A7                                            D                                 A7                                                                    D  
Um cusco baio por amigo batizado um companheiro que do estribo não se solta
     D  A7  D  G  G#º  D  A7  D  
                                                                                                                                                                  Ebº                      Em7  
Dom Amarante entonado sobre as garras desdobra o mundo nesse machaço confronto
                                                  F#m7                                    G                                                                                 A7                         D              A7  
Escora o tombo das mágoas campeando farras e um cinco salsos leva o resto nos encontros
                                  D                    A7                                                 D                                                                                      A7                         D      D7  
Tropeando anseios se templo friente al destino pois é por quebra que um fronteiro se retrata
                             G                    F#7                         Bm7                              E7                                                      A7  
Ouvindo o berro da tropa de pêlo fino enforquilhado pechando boi na culatra
                             G                    G#º                            D                                 A7                                                      D  
Ouvindo o berro da tropa de pêlo fino enforquilhado pechando boi na culatra
                                                                                                                                                  Em7  
E eu por taura tenho inté a alma estropiada mas não há nada que faça eu trocar de rumo
                        A7                                                              D                                      A7                                                                    D  
A mala suerte me castigou nas volteadas mas algum dia Deus me ajuda e eu me aprumo
                                                                                                                                Em7  
Levanto a china na anca do meu gateado de pau-a-pique e santa fé ergo um ranchinho
                             A7                                                              D                                    A7                                                              D  
Largo meu pingo lá pro fundão do banhado e passo o resto da vida a tropear carinhos      Bis
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