Cifras
Roçando As Viria

Tom: G

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G)  
        G                                                                                                            D7  
Vi que a escramuça era um bate coxa
                                                                                                                          G  
Da indiada frouxa num tranco de vaca
                                                                                                                D7  
Entrei de espora e chapéu requintado
                                                                                                                  G  
                                                                     C,  G,  D7,  G  
G                         C                              Db              D7  
Caí na dança co a Tita Beiçuda
                                                                                          G  
Índia graúda d'uns trezento quilo
                                                                                        D7  
E a Doralicia que pedia apojo
                                                                                                     G  
                                                                          C,  G,  D7,  G  
G,  G#,  A7                                                                    D  
Quase me prancho na volta da sala,
                                  A7                                                                    D  
Pisei no pala e me enredei na faixa
                                                C  
Senti que a Tita naquele embaraço
                                                                                                                             G  
                                                 D7,  C,  D7,  G  
D7                            G              D7                                            G  
Mas na rancheira quando eu desembesto
                                             C  
Eu deixo o resto que se leve a breca
                                                                                                     G  
Naquele embalo troquemo de ponta
                                                                     D7                                                            G  
E quando me dei de conta tava só de cueca
  G                                                                              D7  
A oito soco gemia e roncava
                                                                                                        G  
Se chamarreava na rancheira potra
                                                                                                        D7  
Saltava fogo e um clarão se abria
                                                                                                                  G  
                                                                      C,  G,  D7,  G  
G                                 C                 Db                    D7  
Mas de repente tropiquei de fato
                                                                                     G  
Assim relato o fato asucedido
                                                                                                                        D7  
Foi sem querer mas ninguém acredita
                                                                                                                     G  
                                                                     C,  G,  D7,  G  
G,  G#,  A7                                                                                 D  
Num golpe seco dei lhe um rasgão farto
                                                                A7                                            D  
Bem sobre os quarto numa volta feia
                                        C  
E ali por causa daquele acidente
                                                                                                  G  
                                                                                  D7,  C,  D7,  G  
D7                              G            D7                                 G  
Mas na rancheira tudo se acomoda
                                        C  
Pelado é moda e o resto é bobage
                                                                                                G  
Varemo a noite roçando as viria
                             D7                                                    G  
E até parecia caso do Bocage.