Cifras
Pátria de Campo

Tono: C

Introducción: C#m    C#7    F#m    B7    E    A    G#7    

dificultad
intermedio |||||
G#m7      C#7    F#m      B7      E      A                  C#m  
C#m                                                                                                      G#7  
Um jeito “paysano" de sentar as garras
                                                                                                                        C#m  
E o vento por farra tapeando o sombreiro
                                                                                                                          G#7  
De algum entrevero a coragem e o tino
                                                                                                                        C#m  
Topando o destino se forja um fronteiro
                                                                                                                     B7  
Destapo mistérios na cisma da estrada
                                                                                                                                  E  
Campeando pousada num rancho florido
                                                  C#m                            A7                         G#7  
Bem donde a saudade se afoga na aguada
                                                                                                                C#m  
Da boca pintada de um beijo perdido
                                                                                                                                                G#7  
Rio Grande vaqueano, minha pátria de campo
                                                                                                                                C#m  
Sereno me acampo, com a alma num verso
                                                                                A7                              G#7  
Levanto morada num sul que é sinuêlo
                                                                                                                                     C#m  
Juntando “peçuelos" que andavam dispersos
                                                  C#7                                                                              F#m  
Rio Grande vaqueano, minha pátria de campo
                                                        B7                                                            E  
Querência de tantos, iguais nesta lida
                                                C#m            A7                            G#7  
De pampa, cavalo, estância e rodeio
                                                                                                     C#m  
Que o choro do arreio é cantiga de vida.
C#m                                                                                                         G#7  
A volta me aperta e eu dobro a parada
                                                                                                                                        C#m  
Pois tenho uma eguada que é até um desaforo
                                                                                                                G#7  
Esmagam novilho na boca do brete
                                                                                                                                     C#m  
E chegam de frente nas aspas do touro