Cifras
Um Bagual Corcoveador

Tono: B

Introducción: E    B7    E    

                                                                                                                B7  
A tropa vinha estendida pastando no corredor
                                                                                                          E  
Eu empurrava culatra e também fazia fiador
                                                                                                                        B7  
Num bagual gordo e delgado arisco e corcoveador
                                                                                                                                E  
Que se assustava da estaca e da sombra do maneador
                                                                                                                                B7  
É brabo a vida de um taura que só trabalha de peão
                                                                                                                  E  
Nisso uma lebre dispara debaixo de um macegão
                                                                                                                                  B7  
Meu pingo só deu um coice escondendo a cara nas mãos
                                                                                                                          E  
Saiu sacudindo o toso e cravou o focinho no chão
                        A                                                         E7                      A  
(Tentei levantar no freio mas era tarde demais
          B7                              E                 B7                                         E      E7  
Eu vi uma poeira fina formando nuvens pra trás
                  A                                                                      E7                      A  
Berrando se foi a cerca e cruzou pro lado de lá
             B7                      E                                 B7                         E  
Parecia uma tormenta cruzando em massambará)
                                                                                                                             B7  
Se enganchava nas esporas sobre a volta do pescoço
                                                                                                                  E  
Cortando couro em pêlo e tirando lascas de osso
                                                                                                                     B7  
Naquele inferno danado bombiei pra meu cebolão
                                                                                                          E  
Regulava quatro e pico numa tarde de verão
        A                                                         E7                      A  
(Tentei levantar no freio mas era tarde demais
          B7                              E                 B7                                         E      E7  
Eu vi uma poeira fina formando nuvens pra trás
                  A                                                                      E7                      A  
Berrando se foi a cerca e cruzou pro lado de lá
             B7                      E                                 B7                         E  
Parecia uma tormenta cruzando em massambará)
                                                                                                                     B7  
Senti a força do vento me amarrando dos arreios
                                                                                                                     E  
E aquele bicho parecia que ia se rasgar no meio
                                                                                                                     B7  
Deixei manso e de confiança montaria de patrão
                                                                                                                                     E  
Pois honro o nome que carrego me orgulho de ser peão
                     A                                                         E7                      A  
(Tentei levantar no freio mas era tarde demais
          B7                              E                 B7                                         E      E7  
Eu vi uma poeira fina formando nuvens pra trás
                  A                                                                      E7                      A  
Berrando se foi a cerca e cruzou pro lado de lá
             B7                      E                                 B7                         E  
Parecia uma tormenta cruzando em massambará)

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