Cifras
Campesino Cantador

Tom: B

Introdução:

dificuldade
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        E  B7E  
                                                                                                                F#m  
Campesino cantador, desfraldo um bronze rural
                                                  B7                                                              E  
Com gosto de pastiçal e aromas de campo em flor
                                                                                                                          F#m  
Um assovio faz fiador, e se entropilha no meu verso
                                                     B7                                                              E  
Comigo mesmo eu converso, a lo bruto, guitarreando
C                                            B7                    C              B7                    E  
E escuto o mundo pulsando, no coração do universo
                                                                                                                     F#m  
Trago dos velhos galpões, baldas e perfis humanos
                                                B7                                                         E  
E centauros americanos em de redor dos fogões
                                                                                                             F#m  
Fecundando aspirações que se perderam ao léu
                                                  B7                                                            E  
E ao rebentar o sovéu, me paro quieto a cismar
C                                    B7                            C                    B7                            E  
Pois quando empeço a pajar, eu canto olhando pro céu
Int.
                                                                                                                                     F#m  
Pois todo cantor campeiro, que apeia de rancho em rancho
                                                B7                                                                    E  
Muito mais que esse andar ancho de gaudério e estradeiro
                                                                                                                                  F#m  
Carrega um vento, um pampeiro no mais fundo do tutano
                                                B7                                                            E  
E se abre o peio paisano pela redenção social
C                                 B7                                 C                      B7                 E  
transforma o canto em missal ou num libélo pampeano
                                                                                                             F#m  
Me perdoem se me miro, e me vejo chão campeiro
                                                        B7                                                                 E  
Pois um taura guitarreiro, se torce mas não dá giro
                                                                                                                     F#m  
Esse é o arame que estiro no lombo do descampado
                                                             B7                                                            E  
Sou um taita meio abugrado, cantador de alma andeja
C                                    B7                         C                         B7                    E  
Que tem o céu por igreja e a pampa de altar sagrado
Int.
                                                                                                                  F#m  
Por aqui paro a guitarra, que soluça em mi maior
                                                     B7                                                      E  
E limpo a gota de suor, que no bigode se agarra
                                                                                                                             F#m  
Lá longe meu pingo esbarra e relincha, que maravilha
                                                                B7                                                                            E  
Pois sabe que quem o encilha, carrega um pampeiro, um vento
C                                                    B7            C                         B7                    E  
Que esporeia o pensamento, da paleta até a virilha
Int.