Cifras
Rock Rural

Tom: G

Introdução:

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                               G                                                                                           C 
      Não fosse o balanço da montaria
                                                                 D                                                                                                     G 
      Você sabe eu cantaria mais que um Rock Rural
                                           G                                                                                   C 
      Uma balada pra cantar a reviria
                                                                                         D                                                                               G 
      Falando de pradarias, Jesse James e curral.
                                           F                                                                         Em 
      E caso fosse a falta de melodia
                                                                     F                                                                                               Em 
      O galope me daria um compasso natural
                                               F                                                                                           Em 
      Minha viola certamente me traria
                                                                           F                                                                                                   D 
      Acordes de cantoria lá do fundo do quintal.
                                                 G                                                                                                                   C 
      se você fosse de encontro do fim do dia
                                                                                             D                                                                                                               G 
      No pôr-do-sol me veria correndo de pés no chão
                                                                               G                                                                                         C 
      Com a mente presa na liberdade do campo
                                                                                                   D                                                                             G 
      Me sentindo mais comigo do que só na multidão.
                                                   F                                                                                 Em 
      Voando leve no meio da ventania
                                                                                   F                                                                                         Em 
      A brisa corta de harmonia as folhas do milharal
                                                                       F                                                                                                 Em 
      Criando um folk bem no centro da cidade
                                                                                                             F                                                                                                                           D 
      Como um postal esquecido entre as folhas de um jornal.
           G                           C                                 D     G                               C                           D       G 
      Wo wo - ha ha ha .   Wo wo - ha ha ha