Cifras
Sem Tinta

Tono: C

Introducción: C    G7    C    G7    C    

dificultad
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                                                  G7                                                                 C  
Eu sou o próprio gaúcho sem tinta e sem fantasia
                                                G7                                                                    C  
Venho do ermo do pampa, com sestro e com rebeldia
                                                        G7                                                            C  
Não trago nenhum discurso dobrado embaixo do braço
                                                        G7                                                                 C  
o que é preciso ser feito, eu não enfeito, mas faço
                                                E7                                                              Am  
Meu laço não é bonito, mas me garante o sustento
                                                             D7                                                                         G7  
e quando cerra, estou certo que não "remalha" um só tento
                                             F                                                            C  
O meu apero não brilha, porque já é veterano
                                                        G7                                                              C  
não é dos que veem cavalo somente uma vez por ano
                                             D7                                                              G7  
Sou o gaúcho dos campos, não o das fotografias
                                                        E7                                                      Am  
Pra quem a lida de campo jamais foi uma utopia
                                                     F                                                              C  
Eu não desfilo nem danço, nunca fui numa mateada
                                                  G7                                                         C  
mateio à beira do fogo nos braços da madrugada
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                                                  G7                                                                 C  
Eu sou o próprio gaúcho, não sou um tipo oficial
                                             G7                                                         C  
marcado e assinalado por um galpão regional
                                             G7                                                                      C  
Me gusta ser orelhano, sem fronteira ou documento
                                                        G7                                                      C  
meu ancestral, o gaudério, não tinha regulamento
                                                                E7                                                 Am  
Quando as bandeiras desfilam no colorido da praça
                                                  D7                                                                      G7  
estou no fundo do campo como um guardião desta raça
                                                F                                                            C  
Eu evito os refletores, no meu exílio campeiro
                                                  G7                                                                 C  
eles agridem meus olhos que são irmãos do candeeiro