Cifras para Guitarra Recuerdos da 28

Tono:  G
             
D7
 
Gm
 
G7
 
Cm
 
D7
 
Gm
 
                                                                                                            
D7
 
De vez em quando, quando boto a mão nos cobres
                                                                                                                        
Gm
 
Não existe china pobre, nem garçom de cara feia
                                                                                                        
D7
 
Eu sou de longe, onde chove e não goteia
                                                                                                                                                                    
Gm
 
Não tenho medo de potro, nem macho que compadreia
                                                                                                          
D7
 
Boleio a perna e vou direto pro retoço
                                                                                                                                                                              
Gm
 
Quanto mais quente o alvoroço, muito mais me sinto afoito
                                                                                                                      
D7
 
E o chinaredo, que de muito me conhece
                                                                                                                              
Gm
 
Sabe que pedindo desce, meu facão na "28"
                                                                        
D7
 
Remancheio num boteco ali nos trilhos
                                                                                                          
Gm
 
Enquanto no bebedouro mato a sede do tordilho
                                                                          
D7
 
Ouço mugindo o barulho da cordeona
                                                                                                    
Gm
 
E a velha porca rabona, retouçando no salão
                                                                                                            
D7
 
Quem nunca falta é um índio porco e grosso
                                                                                          
Gm
 
De apelido Pescoço, da rabona ao querendão
Int.
                      
G
                                        
D7
 
(Entro na sala no meio da confusão
                                                                                                        
G
 
Fico meio atarantado que nem cusco em procissão
              
Gm
                                                          
D7
 
Quase sempre chego assim meio com sede
                                                                                                                                        
G
 
Quebro o meu chapéu na testa de beijar santo em parede
                          
D7
                                              
G
 
Me serve um liso daquela que matou o guarda)
                                                                                                      
D7
 
Guardo o trabuco empanturrado de bala
                                                                                                
Gm
 
Meu facão, chapéu e pala e com licença, vou dançar
                                                                            
D7
 
Nestes fandangos, levo a guaiaca recheada
                                                                                              
Gm
 
Danço com a melhor china, que me importa de pagar
                                                                        
D7
 
O meu cavalo, deixo atado no palanque
                                                                                                                      
Gm
 
Só não quero que ele manque quando terminar a farra
                                                                                      
D7
 
A milicada sempre vem fora de hora
                                                                                                                                        
Gm
 
Mas eu saio porta afora, só quero ver quem me agarra
                                                                
D7
 
Desde piazito, a polícia não espero
                                                                                    
Gm
 
Se estoura a reboldosa me tapo de quero-quero
                    
G7
                                      
Cm
 
Desde piazito, a polícia não espero
            
F7
                    
Bb
          
D7
                        
Gm
 
Se estoura a reboldosa me tapo de quero-quero
Int.       ( )