Cifras
Tordilho Negro

Tom: D

Introdução:

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