Cifras
O Forasteiro

Tom: D

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G  C  D7  C  D7  G  D7  
                                                                                                  G                                                    Bm7  Bbm7  Am7  
Na sombra de um bolicho à beira estrada, daqueles que do mundo se perdeu
                                          Am/G            D/F#                 D7                                                              G  
Encontra-se uma gente reunida, a espera de um chamado de seu Deus
                                                                          G         G7                                                              C  
Perfumes de bom fumo amarelido, paredes com suas almas penduradas
                                                     D7                        G                         C                                 D7              G  
Paciências de um lugar envelhecido, e uma coragem de quem não tem nada
                                                                                        D7                                                                                         G  
Apeia um forasteiro: o que é da vida responde o bolicheiro: está cansada
        G7                                                                    C                         A7                                                      D7  
A gente de bombacha anda esquecida desiludida nos beirões da estrada
                                                                        G                 E7                                                                 Am  
Buscamos nossa terra prometida um mundo pras crianças e pros velhos
        D7                                                                    G                                      C                              D7                 G  
O sul que nós sonhamos onde a vida devolva o que branqueou nossos cabelos
             D7                                                 G                      E7                                                                    Am  
Mas cada ano a seca de janeiro, precede um novo inverno de asperezas
        B7                                                            Em                    C                         A7                                    D7  
Parece que o destino do campeiro não pode pedir mais que pão na mesa
                  B7                                                            Em                 E7                                                         Am  
E aos poucos, o que diz o bolicheiro se multiplica em vozes pelo ar
        C                              D7                        G                                    C                                 D7         G  
E volta a se calar o forasteiro, junta o violão no peito pra cantar
          D7                                                              G                 E7                                                            Am  
Já vi quase de tudo em minha vida, a séculos que ando pela estrada
                D7                              B7                      Em                                 C                                    E7  Eb7  D7  
Vi a morte sobre a terra prometida, e a vida sobre a terra abandonada
                                                                                G                      E7                                                              Am  
Vi um homem pondo fogo na colheita, enquanto outro semeava num deserto
          D7                              B7                              Em                                 C                                      E7  Eb7  D7  
Já vi perto o que ontem era um sonho, e longe vi o que sempre fora certo
                                                                        G                    E7                                                                    Am  
Um povo sonha Deus a sua imagem, e Deus devolve a terra a cada povo
          D7                      B7                            Em                                         C                              E7  Eb7  D7  
Moldada no trabalho e na coragem que o povo usou pra levantar o sonho
                                                                        G                 G7                                                            C  
Aqui é nosso inferno e paraíso, a vida é uma planta por cuidar
                                             D7                        G         C                                 D7                         G  
A que morrer por ela se preciso, o sul somente o sul pode salvar
        D7                                                              G                    E7                                                                      Am  
Assim falou pro povo o forasteiro, depois montou e envolto num clarão
        B7                                              Em                      C                                 A7                         D7  
Sumiu emoldurado pela tarde, bem como o sol dissipa a serração
             B7                                                                    Em              E7                                                                    Am  
Uns dizem que mais altos que os cerros ele segue abençoando este rincão
             C                         D7                                   G                         C                                    D7    G  
Mas muitos acreditam que essa gente ouviu a voz do próprio coração
        D7                                                                         G                            E7                                                                 Am  
O certo é que um a um se foi às casas, por que havia uma planta por cuidar
     D7                              B7                    Em                                 C                                      E7  Eb7  D7  
Arar a terra a cada madrugada, para a semente que há de germinar
                                                                                     G                      G7                                                                    C  
O homem faz seu Deus que faz o sonho, um sonho azul maior que este lugar
                                                  D7                              G                              C                      B7    Am    G  
Na luz que vem dos olhos dessa gente, o sul um dia se iluminará
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