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Infância Perdida

Tom: A

Introdução:

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             F#  C7    B    F#  C#7  F#  F#m  
                                                                             A  
Perdido procuro os campos e poente multicor
          D                                                                                      C#7  
Já não vejo pirilampos alumiando corredor
                                             F#7                                                      Bm  
Sinto falta da bonança do meu sorriso criança
                                           F#m              C#7                                    F#  
Resquícios de brisa mansa as laranjeiras em flor
                                                                                             C#7  
(Nessa lembrança vem saudade da distância
                                                                                                             F#  
A minha infância se bandeou pra o lado oposto
                        F#7                                                                 B  
Vai derramando a pipa d'água de meus olhos
                             F#                         C#7                            F#  
Deixando trilhas pelas rugas do meu rosto)
Int.
                                                                             A  
Cadê a tropa de mentira que jamais teve refugo
        D                                                                                                 C#7  
O meu lacinho de imbira boleadeiras de sabugo
                                        F#7                                                      Bm  
A tropilha malacara se perdeu numa coivara
                                      F#m            C#7                                      F#  
E meu potro de taquara me fugiu com laço e tudo
( )Int.
                                                                          A  
Perdi o caniço franzino nas águas turvas do açude
        D                                                                                                 C#7  
Rolou meu sonho menino que nem bolita de gude
                                                  F#7                                                            Bm  
Sumiu a estampa fagueira qual pandorga caborteira
                                   F#m                 C#7                                      F#  
Numa tarde domingueira campeando minha juventude
( )Int.
                                                                             A  
Com seu bodoque certeiro pacholice de piá
        D                                                                                                                 C#7  
O mundo mal atraiçoeiro me abateu como a um sabiá
                                                F#7                                                                 Bm  
Nos alambrados da vida campeio a infância perdida
                                         F#m              C#7                                    F#  
Que as arapucas bandidas deixaram ao Deus dará
( )Int.