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Tom: G

Introdução:

G  D7  G  
                                                                                                                             D7  G  
Tomei um trago de canha e virei o cano da bota
                                                                                                                                     D7  
Dei "uns" grito no potreiro e voltei os boca de grota
Arrastei as minhas "pobrezas," bem pra o meio da mangueira
                                                                                                     G         D7    G  
E a matungada na volta fazia uma povadeira.
                                                                                                                                             D7  G  
Embuçalei o mais quebra que já no primeiro arranque
                                                                                                                                     D7  
Fez que se assustou da cola e se abraçou com o palanque,
Prendi-lhe o chergão na cara e aticei a cachorrada
                                                                                                                  G  
Levantou uma ventania e as bruxas davam risada.
                                                        D7                                                      G  
(Quando eu amanheço loco até o diabo se apavora
                                                D7                                                                      G  
Encilho até "lobisomem" e risco o "malo" de espora
                                                        D7                                                            G  
Pois bicho que faça rastro comigo conhece as normas
             G7                                    C                 D7                                         G  
Apanha se esconde o toso e atende ao grito de forma)
Int.
                                                                                                                                                        D7  G  
Me acomodei nos arreios e tenteei "dum" estribo ao outro
                                                                                                                                             D7  
Quebrei meu chapéu na testa e gritei que largasse o potro
Saltou "cuspindo nos pulso" quando lhe abracei com os ferro
                                                                                                                                G            D7  G  
E o mouro-pampa enganchado chamou meu nome num berro.
                                                                                                                                                        D7  G  
Quase que trocou de ponta "tai" o "joão pedro" que diga,
                                                                                                                        D7  
E quando se levantava chegava a mostra a barriga
E eu guasqueando cruzado achava lindo o retoço
                                                                                                                          G  
E sarandeava as "rodaja" sobre a tábua do pescoço.
                                                          D7                                                      G  
/Sentado nos meus "recaus" me paro cheio de manha
                                                                     D7                                                                    G  
Pois quando eu largo a cabeça só minha sombra me acompanha
                                                             D7                                                      G  
Sou fronteiro e não refugo o maula por desgraçado
                G7                                      C                         D7                                      G  
A china me alcança as garras e o sol me faz um costado/
Int.