Cifras
Rincão do Rasga Pano

E                                                                                                         B7  
Quando a saudade belisca assim, me chamando
                                                                                                                  E  
Me vem um agosto que conheço e não me engano
                                                                                                          B7  
Lá na bailanta vou atirar o pala nas costas
                                                                                                                                E  
E arrastar a sola da bota no rincão do rasga pano.
E                                                                                    B7  
Saio a galope me bandeio pro surungo
                                                                                                                  E  
E é quase no fim do mundo onde a coisa vai ferver
                                                                                  B7  
E a rapaziada já está toda finada
                                                                                                                  E  
Pra dançar com a mulherada até o dia amanhecer.
E                                                                                            B7  
Começa o baile por volta da meia noite
                                                                                                                        E  
Num galpão de chão batido na casa do seu Albano
                                                                                                  B7  
E o Anacleto se estica pros dois lados
                                                                                                                          E  
E é índio mais engraçado do rincão do rasga pano.
E                                                                                                            B7  
Nesses bailecos é que se encontra a chiruzada
                                                                                                                                E  
Pra se divertir um pouquito depois da lida pesada
                                                                                        B7  
E na manga um pratão de bolo frito
                                                                                                                                                        E  
Que é pra não virar os cambitos, pois é grande a cachaçada.
E                                                                                                    B7  
Fim de festa eu me apinchei no meu lobuno
                                                                                                                  E  
Que saiu meio sem rumo em direção às carreiras
                                                                                                                        B7  
Sobrou uns trocados e eu não posso ter dinheiro
                                                                                                                                  E  
Vou apostar no parelheiro e continua a borracheira.