Cifras
Tordilho Negro

Tom: D

Introdução: D    A7    D    

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          A7  
Correu notícia de um gaúcho lá na estância do paredão
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     D  
Tinha um cavalo tordilho negro foi mal domado ficou redomão
                                     G                                                                                                                                                                         A7  
Esse gaúcho dono do pingo desafiava qualquer peão
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          D  
Dava o tordilho negro de presente pra quem montasse sem cair no chão
                                     G                                                                                                                                 E                                                                              A7  
Eu fui criado na lida de campo não acredito em assombração
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          D  
                                                                    A7  D  
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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        A7  
Era um domingo clareava o dia puxei o pingo e o povo reuniu
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                D  
Joguei os trastes no lombo do taura murchou a orelha tive um arrepio
                                          G                                                                                                                                                                                                            A7  
Botei a ponta da bota no estribo algum gaiato por perto sorriu
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     D  
Ainda disseram comigo eram oito que boleou a perna montou e caiu
                                             G                                                                                                                      E                                                              A7  
Saltei do lombo e gritei pro povo este será o último desafio
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          D  
                                                                                D  A7  D  
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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          A7  
Mais de uma légua o pingo corcoveou manchou de sangue a espora prateada
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          D  
Anoiteceu o povo pelo campo procurando o morto pela invernada
                                                          G                                                                                                                                                                                                                         A7  
Compraram vela fizeram o caixão a minha alma estava encomendada
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  D  
A meia noite mais de mil pessoas deixaram da busca desacorçoadas
                                          G                                                                                                                                                    E                                                                 A7  
Dali a pouco ouviram o tropel olharam o campo noite enluarada
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          D  
                                                                              D  A7  D  
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          A7  
Boleei a perna na frente do povo deixei a rédea arrastar no capim
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                D  
Banhado em suor o tordilho negro ficou pastando ao redor de mim
                                                        G                                                                                                                                                                                         A7  
Tinha uma prenda no meio do povo muito gaúcha eu falei assim
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     D  
Venha provar a marcha do tordilho faça o favor monte no selim
                                                  G                                                                                                                                                                 E                                                                 A7  
Andou no pingo mais de meia hora deu me uma rosa lá do seu jardim
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