Cifras
Ritual De Campo E Milonga

Tom: F

Introdução:

 F                                                                                                                                               Bb 
A sombra grande da tarde desceu comprida mais lenta
 Bb                       Am                 Gm                                                                       C7 
Sobre o juncal dos açudes com suas águas barrentas
 Bb                                                                       Am 
Da pobre rês desgarrada a dor escapa no berro
 D7                                               Gm           C7                                               F           A7 
Sentindo fundo do quarto a marca quente do ferro
 Dm                                                                   F 
Homens arrastam esporas no entre e sai dos galpões
     Bb                                                                                       Am 
Cansados na desencilha pra um mate ao pé dos fogões
 D7                                               Gm                 G#                                           Gm 
A palha boa pra o fumo pros lábios um gole de pura
                                                                     Bb                                                                 D7 
E uma guitarra en las mãos onde a paixão e ternura
             G           Am               Bm               D7                                         G 
(Então o verso se arranca da guela vindo pra fora
             C                                           G         A7                                                         D7 
E a alma doce se liberta meu sonho na mesma hora
       C                                                   F#º           A#º       G 
E andar cantando pros outros com queixos de noite longas
                                                   A7               C                                           G       F 
Amor estago querência ritual de campo e milonga)
Int.
 F                                                                                                                             Bb 
O tosador la no povo que vem pra sapra nos pila
 Bb               Am                   Gm                                                                                   C7 
Envelheceu já faz tempo mas não se cansa da esquila
   Bb                                                                               Am 
Um lago de prosa mansa no campo a fora em estância
 D7                                                     G               C7                                                             F                 A7 
Interte o pouco da indiada montando os potros da estância
 Dm                                                                               F 
Mas quando chega o inverno com o frio vem o temor
       Bb                                                                         Am 
E ate o coração mais bruto reclama a falta de amor
 D7                                                             Gm           G#                                       Gm 
É quando as coisas da vida já não se ajeitam no tranco
                                                           Bb                                                                 D7 
E uma saudade de china desquina vindo do pranto