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Mala Amarela - Fuscão Preto

Tono: G

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  G                                                                              D7                                                                                            G  
Eram quatro e meia passava um pouquinho, o fosco clarinho rasgava o varjão
                                                                                        D7                                                                                      G  
Era o trem noturno que vinha apontando, e logo parando na velha estação
                                  C                                                 Bm                                            Am                                 D7  
Meu corpo tremia meus olhos molhados, o meu pai do lado e a mala no chão
                                        C                                      G                                         D7                                    G  
Beijei o seu rosto e disse na hora, o mundo lá fora me espera paizão
        G                                                              D7                                                                                            G  
Entrei no vagão corri pra janela, e a mala amarela do velho eu catei
                                                                                     D7                                                                                              G  
O trem deu partida soqueou bruscamente, e ali novamente sua mão eu beijei
                                          C                                 Bm                                         Am                                      D7  
Um pouco pra diante vi minha casinha, e a minha mãezinha de pé no portão
                                C                                                 G                                    D7                                    G  
Ela não me viu e do trem na corrida, ouvi as latidas do velho sultão
 G    D7)  
  G                                                                            D7                                                                         G  
Um certo senhor da poltrona vizinha, dizia que vinha do paranazão
                                                                                  D7                                                                                         G  
Me disse também num jeito cortes, é a primeira vez que deixo o sertão
                                  C                                         Bm                                      Am                              D7  
Pedi seu conselho e ele me disse, seu moço a velhice é dura demais
                                                C                                              G                                    D7                                         G  
Eu sou bem mais velho e posso aconselhar, é duro ficar distante dos pais
  G                                                                                 D7                                                                                    G  
Eu nunca esqueci o que o velho falou, o tempo passou e pra casa voltei
                                                                                        D7                                                                                         G  
Quem fica distante jamais se conforma, lá na plataforma meus pais avistei
                          C                                                 Bm                                    Am                                                 D7  
Desci comovido abracei ele e ela, e a mala amarela meu filho eu não vi
                                  C                                                    G                                                    D7                                 G  
Meu pai acredite na fala de um homem, pra não passar fome a mala eu vendi
          A                                                                         D                                                                 A                              D  
Que pena, que pena era minha lembrança, que eu trouxe de herança do seu avó
                                        C                                            G                                         D7                                    G  
Mas deixa pra lá eu vou me esquecer, a herança é você e você já voltou
                  C                                                                    G7  
Me disseram que ela foi vista com outro
                                                                                          C  
Num fuscão preto pela cidade a rodar
                                                                             G7  
Bem vestida igual a dama da noite
                          F                                                            C  
Cheirando álcool e fumando sem parar
                                                                                             G7  
Meu Deus do ceu diga que isto é mentira
                                                                                             C  
Se for verdade me esclareça por favor
                                                                                G7  
Daí a pouco eu mesmo vi o fuscão
                             F                              G7                              C  
E os dois juntos se desmanchando de amor
                     G7                                                    F  
Fuscão preto, você é feito de aço
                                                          C  
Fez o meu peito em pedaços
                                                        G7  
Também aprendeu a matar
                                                                                          F  
Fuscão preto, com o seu ronco maldito
                                                  C              F  
Meu castelo tão bonito
                G7                      C  
Você fez desmoronar