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Tom: E

Introdução: E    B7    E    

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E  
Fui criado na campanha
                                                                                                                        B7  
Em rancho de barro e capim Por isso é que eu canto assim
                                                                                                          E  
Pra relembrá meu passado
Eu me criei arremendado
                                                                                        B7  
Dormindo pelos galpão Perto de um fogo de chão
                                                                                                                E  
Com os cabelo enfumaçado
                                                                                                                                B7  
  Quando rompe a estrela D'alva Aquento a chaleira
                                                                                                  E  
Já quase no clariá o dia Meu pingo de arreio
                                                                                        B7  
Relincha na estrevaria Enquanto uma saracura
                                                                                                             E  
Vai cantando empulerada
                                                                                             B7  
Escuto o grito do sorro E lá no piquete
                                                                                                E  
Relincha o potro tordilho, Na boca da noite
                                                                                             B7  
Me aparece um zorrilho, Vem mijá perto de casa
                                                                                                             E  
                                            E  B7    E  
E                                                                                                                                                                                                                      B7  
Numa cama de pelego Me acordo de madrugada
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        E  
Escuto uma mão pelada Acoando no banhadal
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     B7  
Eu me criei xucro e bagual Honrando o sistema antigo
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     E  
Comendo feijão mexido Com pouca graxa e sem sal
                                                        B7  
  Quando rompe a estrela D'alva Aquento a chaleira
                                                                                                  E  
Já quase no clariá o dia Meu pingo de arreio
                                                                                        B7  
Relincha na estrevaria Enquanto uma saracura
                                                                                                             E  
Vai cantando empulerada
                                                                                             B7  
Escuto o grito do sorro E lá no piquete
                                                                                                E  
Relincha o potro tordilho, Na boca da noite
                                                                                             B7  
Me aparece um zorrilho, Vem mijá perto de casa
                                                                                                             E  
                                            E  B7    E  
E                                                                                                                                                                                                                      B7  
Tô formando um alambrado Na beira de um corredor
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          E  
No cabo de um socador Quas mão rodeada de calo
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          B7  
No meu mango eu dou de estalo E sigo a minha campeirada
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             E  
E uma perdiz ressabiada Voa e me espanta o cavalo
                                                                                                                                  B7  
  Quando rompe a estrela D'alva Aquento a chaleira
                                                                                                                E  
Já quase no clariá o dia Meu pingo de arreio
                                                                                        B7  
Relincha na estrevaria Enquanto uma saracura
                                                                                                             E  
Vai cantando empulerada
                                                                                             B7  
Escuto o grito do sorro E lá no piquete
                                                                                                E  
Relincha o potro tordilho, Na boca da noite
                                                                                             B7  
Me aparece um zorrilho, Vem mijá perto de casa
                                                                                                             E  
                                            E  B7    E  
E                                                                                                                                                                                                                      B7  
Lá no canto do capão O assoviar de um nambú
                                                                                                                                                                                                                             E  
Numa trincheira o jacú Grita o sabiá nas pitanga
                                                                                                             B7  
E bem na costa da sanga Berra a vaca e o bezerro
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  E  
No barulho do cincerro Eu encontro os bois de canga
                                                                                                                                        B7  
  Quando rompe a estrela D'alva Aquento a chaleira
                                                                                                  E  
Já quase no clariá o dia Meu pingo de arreio
                                                                                        B7  
Relincha na estrevaria Enquanto uma saracura
                                                                                                             E  
Vai cantando empulerada
                                                                                             B7  
Escuto o grito do sorro E lá no piquete
                                                                                                E  
Relincha o potro tordilho, Na boca da noite