Cifras
De Lida e Romance

Tom: B

Introdução:

             A  E7A  A7  D  G  E7A  
                                                                                                B7                                      E7  
Sou gaúcho da raça campeira onde a força do braço vigora
                                                                                                             D                    E7                         A  
Fui criado domando em mangueira conto a vida nos dentes da espora
                          D              C#m            Bm                              E7                                            A  
Quando a lida do dia termina lavo as crinas e vou mundo afora
                                                                                                  B7                                              E7  
Sob a luz da estrela boieira lá pro povo no más eu me espicho
                                                                                                  D                    E7                    A  
Sigo o rumo do meu pensamento que espera amarrar um cambicho
                             D                 C#m              Bm                    E7                                         A    E7    A  
Quebro o queixo do meu coração no balcão do primeiro bolicho              Bis
                                                                        E7  
(Para ouvir um gaiteiro tocar
                                                                  A  
Cruzo matas, canhadas e rio
                     A7                                            D  B7  
Sinto a alma bailar num espaço
                  E7                                      A  
No compasso do velho bugio)
Int.
                                                                                                                     B7                                         E7  
Se algum de toque de gaita me chama dou de rédea no meu pangaré
                                                                                                D                    E7              A  
Me ouriço que nem ganso novo e me atiço pra ver onde é
                             D                 C#m              Bm                      E7                                      A  
Sinto as tripas roncarem faceiras e coceira na sola do pé
                                                                                                     B7                                            E7  
Se for baile me achego de vez por fandango não sinto fastio
                                                                                                          D                              E7                    A  
Vou entrando, saudando o gaiteiro negaciando onde está o mulherio
                     D                    C#m                    Bm                              E7                                              A    E7    A  
Dou de mão na primeira pingüancha e abro cancha marcando o bugio              Bis
( )Int.
                                                                                                     B7                                 E7  
Nesta vida de lida e romance china alguma me bota retovo
                                                                                                     D                      E7                 A  
Quando a barra do dia floresce eu regresso pra domar de novo
             D                 C#m              Bm              E7                                              A  
Floreando no meu assobio o bugio que ficou lá no povo
                                                                                                        B7                                      E7  
Volto a trote pra lida campeira de chapéu tapealito na testa
                                                                                        D                      E7                 A  
O perfume da china no pala é recuerdo que ainda me resta
                          D                 C#m                         Bm                                 E7                                            A      E7    A  
Que me importa voltar sem os trocos pois sou louco por bailes e festas              Bis
( )Int.