Cifras
Correndo As Varas Do Peito

Tom: G

Introdução:

             C  G7  C  
                                          G7                                                              C  
Amanheço galponeando, garroteando algum avena
                                                             G7                                                            C  
Por que sei que nesta pampa, ainda tem muito pavena
          F                                            G7                                                                              C  
Enquanto a cambona aquenta, passo um fio na minha chilena
                                                             G7                                                            C  
É balda antiga que eu tenho e que agarrei já taludo
                F                              G7                                                    C  
De medir força de mano com veiaco e cogotudo
             F                                         G7                                                                         C  
pois é diversão mais linda, que Deus fez pra um crinudo      Bis
          E7                                      Am                 E7                                      Am  
Se sai cuspindo nos pulso, fazendo aquele alvoroto
     F                                                              G7                                              C  
Atiro o caixão pra traz, grudo-lhe o mango no potro
                                                G7                                                                              C  
E como quem bate roupa dou de um lado e depois de outro         Bis
Int.
                                                  G7                                                            C  
Me agrada lida de campo, capação banho e refugo
                                                G7                                                                 C  
Lidar com eguada xucra das que não conhecem jugo
        F                                         G7                                                              C  
Tapar de rodilha o maula, fazer da volta o sabugo
                                                        G7                                                 C  
Ou num plaino de varzedo por gauchada de moço
                                                     G7                                                                 C  
Sair de enfiada num osco abrindo o peito em retoço
          F                                                         G7                                                    C  
Cruzar o rastro e botar o laço no fervido do pescoço      Bis
  E7                                                    Am                      E7                                              Am  
Noite escura não me assusta, em qualquer furna eu me meto
             F                                                                         G7                                    C  
Não tenho medo de assombro, nem que seja um esqueleto
                                                             G7                                                            C  
Já peleei com o diabo velho montado num chibo preto      Bis
Int.
                                                          G7                                                         C  
Um baile em costa de mato, la pucha como faz bem
                                                        G7                                                      C  
Se o santo padre soubesse o gosto que isso tem
     F                                 G7                                                            C  
Abandonava a igreja, vinha pra farra também
                                                     G7                                                            C  
Sou parte desse universo, grama destas pradarias
                                                                G7                                                    C  
Quando o cambicho empandilha desejos e nostalgias
                        F                                 G7                                                      C  
Boto as garras no meu mouro e percuro as alegrias      Bis