Cifras
Vire o Mate

Tono: D

Introducción:

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Ah! Mate, cigarro e trago que triângulo misterioso
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Que se consome harmonioso e se transforma em afago
          F#7                                 Bm                    G                                      D  
De idéias todas bagualas do guasca que na pobreza
                     A7                    D  
Faz poesias libertárias
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(Vire o mate companheiro
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Vamos dar-lhe uma encilhada
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Assim "começamo" o dia
  G              D              A7      D  
Bem no fim da madrugada)
 F#7    Bm    G)  
 D    A7    D)  
             D                                 A7                                                         D  
O farol do sol é chama que avisa da campereada
                                                     A7                                              D  
Coisa que vista de longe até parece de farra
                F#7                                      Bm              G                                      D  
Mas depois de estar em cima se torna muito velhaca
                                             A7                                                      D  
Amigo, segure o boi que é diferente da vaca
             D                                 A7                                                            D  
O capim engorda o boi que se vai para as Europa
                                                             A7                                                         D  
E o guasca só faz na tropa um charque pra gurizada
             F#7                                    Bm                 G                                            D  
Que cresce sem saber nada e o homem fica com o grosso
                  A7                            D  
E pra nós não fica nada
                     D                            A7                                                              D  
No churrasco ponho sal nos prazeres, mais um pouco
                                             A7                                                    D  
O meu guri anda mal minha prenda no sufoco
          F#7                                      Bm            G                                      D  
E eu ando de pago em pago o mesmo que capão louco
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Por porre ando em bolichos sonhando e gastando os trocos