Cifras
Velha Morada

Tono: G

Introducción: G    D7    G    

                                                                  D7                 G                                                      C                    G                         D7  
Um fogo de chão pra aquecer a saudade dos tempos de outrora que não voltam mais
                                                                                                                                                                                                  G  
Um mate a capricho pra sorver solito e a seiva do amargo lembranças me traz
                                                             D7                      G                                                 C                         G                    D7  
Do canto do galo pra acordar bem cedo ao redor do braseiro um café de chaleira
                                        B7                                         Em                                              C              D7                    G  
São velhos costumes da gente do campo vou guardar comigo pela vida inteira
        D7         G                                    C              D7                 G  
(Que saudade aqui na cidade a vida é danada
  D7                 G                                              C              D7              G  
Vou me embora porque lá pra fora é minha morada)
                                                                D7                 G                                            C                 G                         D7  
Um mouro petiço que eu tinha lá fora juntava na espora pra uma pacholeada
                                                                                                                                                                          G  
De manhã cedinho saltava da cama pra tirar o leite da mocha bragada
                                                                D7              G                                      C                    G                      D7  
Nos fins de semana que tinha surungo eu ia pro povo arrumar um cambicho
                                        B7                                      Em                                              C                      D7                      G  
De volta pras casas na segunda-feira já estava prontito pra qualquer serviço
                                                     D7              G                                    C                 G                 D7  
Ainda me lembro da simplicidade e do aconchego da velha morada
                                                                                                                                                                                  G  
Tão lindo recanto da mãe natureza com tanta beleza não falta mais nada
                                                                  D7            G                                              C                      G                         D7  
Já não vejo a hora de poder voltar para o seio da terra que me viu crescer
                             B7                                    Em                                              C              D7              G  
A velha morada rodeada de campo foi lá que nasci lá quero morrer