Cifras
Zaino Aporreado

Tono: C

Introducción:

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C                                                                                                      G7  
No varzedo do Manuã havia um potro aporreado
                                                                                                                     C  
Um zaino negro tapado, Crioulo ali dos Helgueira
                                                                                                                     G7  
Pois nunca foi na mangueira, já se criou aragano
                                                                                                                          C  
Nos campos do Justimiano, na Invernada da Pedreira
                                                                                                                             G7  
Não é que eu tivesse medo, mas convidei o pessoal
                                                                                                                     C  
Hildebrando, índio bagual, da lida, conhecedor
                                                                                                                          G7  
Que me emprestou um maneador bem comprido e sovado
                                                                                                                                C  
Que amadrinhou num gateado de confiança e chegador
 Am    G7    C    Am    G7    C)  
C                                                                                                                         G7  
Pra trazer uma canha pura, eu pedi pro Marco Aurélio
                                                                                                                                     C  
Deitou a cerca do Menélio, ali onde cruza as ovelhas
                                                                                                                  G7  
E saiu trocando orelha, meio a trote e a galope
                                                                                                             C  
E se foi lá no baixote, mandar lotar a boteja
C                                                                                                                            G7  
Que eu ia pegar o tal zaino, era grande o comentário
                                                                                                                  C  
Reuniu-se o vizindário numa tarde muito quente
                                                                                                                  G7  
Sentado ali pela frente, tomando uma canha pura
                                                                                                                  C  
C'o tirador na cintura e uma espora sete dente
 Am    G7    C    Am    G7    C)  
C                                                                                                            G7  
Os ginete' da redondeza que souberam da pegada
                                                                                                                          C  
Vieram pedir a bolada se acaso eu fosse pro chão
                                                                                                          G7  
Amigos do coração que não deixam pra despois
                                                                                                                  C  
Chegou o Neto Pedebos de rédea e buçal na mão
                                                                                                                             G7  
Eu disse: Deixa comigo que já tô c'o a mão na massa
                                                                                                                        C  
O pessoal até achou graça sentado ali pelo chão
                                                                                                                                  G7  
Isto é um baita bobalhão, ele quer ser o que não é
                                                                                                                     C  
Pois já se criou de a pé, só gineteia os tição
 Am    G7    C    Am    G7    C)  
C                                                                                                      G7  
Mas eu até achei graça e disse pros gozador
                                                                                                                             C  
Eu corto um corcoveador de espora, golpe e mangaço
                                                                                                                                                G7  
Quem duvida do que eu faço, não é que eu queira ser o tal
                                                                                                                                C  
Que se vire num bagual que eu arranco o saco a laço
C                                                                                                                 G7  
Num entreveiro de mango, espora, clina e cachorro
                                                                                                                        C  
Não se via se era touro que ali vinha cachorreado
                                                                                                                             G7  
E eu, pra trás, bem atirado, firmado só nas chilenas
                                                                                                                             C  
E a tarde ficou pequena pra dar pau nesse aporreado
         F    Em    Dm    C