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Introdução:

G                                                                                                                                                                         D  
Por Deus agora eu vou voltar lá pra minha terra
                                                                                                                                C                                                                                                                                                                            G                      D  
Pra minha casinha lá no pé da serra, Vou pra longe da loucura aqui da capital
                  G                                                                                                                                         D  
Pra dar comer aos bichos no meio de terreiro
                                                                                                                                                C                                                                                                                                                                            G         D  
Ver o sol se por de baixo de umbuzeiro e colher feijão verde no próprio quintal
G                                                                                                                                         D              C                                                                                                                                      G                    D  
Lá agente acorda ao som dos passarinhos, Já aqui a cantoria é feita por buzinas
G                                                                                                                                                              Am  
Lá em nós só se ver coisa ruim pelo jornal
                                                                                                                        C                                                                                                         D                                                              G  
É muito diferente aqui da capital, onde se encontra um morto a cada esquin
G                                                                                                                                                                                                         D  
Lá em nós é tudo simples e faz gosto ver os ´mininin´
                                                                                                                          C                                                                                                                                                                              G                         D  
Com bola de meia jogando mirim, improvisando as traves com liga e pendão
G                                                                                                                                                                         D  
Lá a palavra de um homem é mais que sagrada
                                                                                                                                             C                                                                                              D                                                                                      G              D  
Já aqui na capital não vale quase nada, nesta selva só se compra no cheque ou cartão
G                                                                                         D                                                 C                                                                                                                 G                      D  
Lá a medicina é toda caseira e ainda tem dona Angelina para me rezar
G                                                                                                                                                                    Am  
Já aqui se pega ficha e não dá pra quem queira
                                                                                                                                                                                        C                                                                                                                                                                      G                 D  
Se passa o dia em fila e as vezes a noite inteira e só Deus sabe quando vão se consultar
G                                                                                                                                         D  
Aqui a nova onda agora é ir pra balada
                                                                                                                                     C                                                                                                                                                                         G                 D  
Sair para curtir em plena madrugada, sem compromisso certo a moda é ficar
                                     G                                                                                                                                              D  
Já lá em nós é tudo diferente, é paixão verdadeira
                                                                                                                                             C                                                                                                                                                                                      G              D  
Começa com forró ao redor da fogueira e agente só deita com ela depois de casar
G                                                                                                         D  
Eu quero voltar pra minha terra
                                        C                                                                                                 G                 D  
Pois não há melhor lugar pra se viver
G                                                                                                            Am                                                                                                                    C  
Vou pro meu pedacinho de terra, vou pra bem longe dessa guerra
                                                             D                                            G                         D  
Onde se mata pra sobreviver.