Cifras
Pout-pourri Toalha de Mesa

Tom: A

Introdução: Dm7    C7    F    E5-    A7    Dm7    A7    

dificuldade
difícil |||||
        Dm7      C7                                                 F  
Jurei         não amar ninguém
                                A7                                         Dm7                                                    E7                              Dm7  
Mas você veio chegando, e eu fui chegando também
C7                                                                                            F  
Daí, seu olhar no meu olhar
                Bb7                                                                                         A7  
Depois, sua mão na minha mão
     Gm                                                 A7                                 Dm  
Na toalha de mesa de um bar
             Bb7                                                                              A7  
Você desenhou um coração
                          Dm7                                                                         E7  
Quem ama fica cego e nada vê
     Gm                                      A7                                                    Dm7      A7  
Escuta mil verdades mas não crê
Dm7                                                                                                                    E7  
Vê, na pessoa amada, a imagem pura da bondade
             E5-                                                                              Gm    A7  
Embora seja a imagem da maldade
Dm7                                                                                            E7  
Eu vi mil qualidades em você
                     Gm                              A7                                      Dm7    D7  
Mas hoje, felizmente, sei porquê
                Gm  
É que eu estava cego
             Dm7  
Estava sim, não nego
Cego de amores por você
Em                                    B7                                                 Dm7    E7      Am  
Ela tem 18 anos, eu vou fazer
                                                  D7                                         G  
Carrego os meus desenganos
                                                                                          C  
E ela sonha em ser feliz
                                                             B7  
Imaginem vocês
Em                                                 B7  
Isso pode ser amor
                                             Dm7                         E7                            Am  
Mas pode ser também tudo ilusão, tudo miragem
                          D7                      G  
Ela está no período sonhador
                                          F#m7              B7                         Em    C7    F  C7  
E eu na idade de fazer bobagem
     F                 F#º                                                                    Gm              C#º  
Taí, o samba que você pediu, Marina
Dm                                 Bb7                                                    A7  
Taí, eu fiz tudo e você desistiu, Marina
        Bb7                                                                                                          F  
Taí, meu amor, toda a minha afeição
                     Dm                                      Gm                                                    C7                                            F            Am  G#m  Gm  
E você vai me matando, pouco a pouco, de paixão
                                                                                     C7                                                 F  
Saudade, amor, paixão não se controla
                                                                                            
Eu dei meu amor, Marina
                                                                        Dm                                      D7  
E a outro Marina vive dando bola
                  Bb7                                                               F            Dm  
Não é possivel eu viver assim
                                             Gm                              C7                                              F      E7      Am      E7  
Marina, você é o princípio do meu fim
Am  
Sua ilusão entra em campo
                                                          Dm  
No estádio vazio
G                                                                                                                                      C              G/B      Bb    A7  
Uma torcida de sonhos aplaude, talvez
Dm                                                                                                                                         Am  
O velho atleta recorda as jogadas felizes
     F                                                                                                                                                            E7  
Mata a saudade no peito, driblando a emoção
Am                                                                                                                                                            Dm  
Hoje, outros craques repetem as suas jogadas
G                                                                                                                                                 C              G/B      Bb    A7  
Ainda, na rede, balança seu último gol
Dm  
Mas pela vida impedido, parou
Am  
E para sempre o jogo acabou
                                                                        F  
Suas pernas cansadas
Correram pro nada
                                                     E7                                                              Am  D7      G  
E o time do tempo ganhou
O neguinho gostou da filha da madame
                                                E7                                    Am            E7  
Que nós tratamos    sinhá
                     Am  
Senhorita também gostou do neguinho
                                          D7                                                                                                                      G  
Mas o neguinho não tem dinheiro pra gastar
                     E7  
A madame tem preconceito de cor
                                                                                             Am  
Não pôde evitar esse amor
                          C                                                                                      G              Em  
Senhorita foi morar lá na colina
                                                Am                            D7                              G  
Com o neguinho que é compositor
                          C                                                                                      G                    Em  
Senhorita foi morar lá na colina
                                                Am                            D7                              G              Cm      G  
Com o neguinho que é compositor
Cm                 G  
Chorei
                                                                                  Cm  
Não procurei esconder
Todos viram
C  
Fingiram pena de mim
                                          Fm  
Não precisava
Bb                                                                              Eb  
Ali onde eu chorei qualquer um chorava
                                D5                                                        G7                                                                 Cm  
Dar a volta por cima que dei quero ver quem dava
                     G                                                                    Cm  
Um homem de moral não fica no chão
                        C7                                                                                 Fm  
Nem quer que mulher lhe venha dar a mão
Reconhece a queda
                                                Cm  
E não desanima
Levanta, sacode a poeira
                                                                     Cm  
E dá a volta por cima
C7                                                 Fm  
Reconhece a queda
                                                Cm  
E não desanima
Levanta, sacode a poeira
                                                                             Cm  
E dá a volta por cima...