Cifras
Um Bagual Corcoveador

Tono: E

Introducción:  E   B7  

dificultad
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A tropa vinha estendida pastando no corredor
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Eu empurrava culatra e também fazia um fiador
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Um bagual gordo e delgado arisco e corcoveador
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Que se assustava da estaca e da sombra do maneador
''Enquanto existir cavalo mais brabo que um temporal
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É brabo a vida de um taura que só trabalha de peão
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Nisso uma lebre dispara debaixo de um macegão
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Meu pingo só deu um coice escondendo a cara nas mãos
                                                                                                                                         E  E7 
Saiu sacudindo o toso e cravou o focinho no chão
                                       A                                             E7                         A 
Tentiei 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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Se enganchava nas esporas sobre a volta do pescoço
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Cortando couro com pelo e tirando lascas de osso
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Naquele inferno danado bombiei pro meu cebolão
                                                                                                                             E 
Regulava quatro e pico numa tarde de verão
                                         A                                             E7                         A 
Tentiei 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 arrancando dos arreios
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E aquele bicho parecia que ia se rasgar no meio
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Deixei manso e de confiança montaria de patrão
                                                                                                                                                         E 
Pois honro o nome que carrego e orgulho de ser peão
                                 A                                             E7                         A 
Tentiei 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