Cifras
Meu Canivete

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Introdução:

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Eu tenho meu canivete foi presente do meu tio
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Conservo como relíquia pelo que já me serviu
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Meu canivete pitoco desde piá me acompanha
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Fosse nas festas do povo ou nas lidas de campanha
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Descasquei cana de açúcar, laranja e abacaxi
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Fiz forquilha pra bodoque destripava lambari
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Quando piá meu pai dizia pelo jeito e pelo estilo
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Teu canivete meu filho só serve pra castrar grilo
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Meu canivete eu trazia afiado que nem navalha
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Com ele já castrei porco, piquei fumo, cortei palha
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Dos meus pés quantos espinhos meu canivete tirou
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Daria tropas e tropas os touros que já castrou
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Meu canivete pitoco de tanto afiar em rebolo
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Das facetas do passado a lembrança é um consolo
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Eu e o meu canivete entre ganhas e perdidas
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seguimos cortando rente as tristezas desta vida
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Daria um talho maior que o maior dos bretes
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Se emendasse os talhos que já deu meu canivete