Cifras
Tordilho Negro

Tom: D

Introdução: G    D    A7    D    

                                                                                                                                        A7  
Correu notícia de um gaúcho lá da estância do paredão
                                                                                                                                                        D  
Tinha um cavalo tordilho negro foi mal domado ficou redomão
                  G                                                                                                      A7  
Este gaúcho dono do pingo desafiava qualquer peão
                                                                                                                                                                                D  
Dava o tordilho negro de presente pra quem montasse sem cair no chão
                          G                                                                                                                      A7  
Eu fui criado na lida de campo não acredito em assombração
                                                                                                                                                  D  
Fui na estância topar o desafio correu boato na população
                                                                                                                                                        A7  
foi num 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                                                                                                                         A7  
Saltei no lombo e gritei pro povo este será o último desafio
                                                                                                                                                                                  D  
Tordilho negro berrava na espora por vinte horas ninguém mais nos viu
                                                                                                                                                                                     A7  
Mais de uma légua o pingo corcoveou manchou de sangue a espora prateada
                                                                                                                                                          D  
Anoiteceu o povo pelo campo procurava o morto pela invernada
                             G                                                                                                                              A7  
Compraram vela fizeram o caixão a minha alma estava encomendada
                                                                                                                                                                D  
A meia noite mais de mil pessoas desistiram da busca desacorçoadas
                     G                                                                                                                                 A7  
Dali a pouco ouviram o tropel olharam o campo noite enluarada
                                                                                                                                                                          D  
Eu vinha vindo no tordilho negro feliz saboreando a marcha troteada
                                                                                                                                                                        A7  
Boleei a perna na frente do povo deixei as rédea arrastar no capim
                                                                                                                                                                  D  
Lavado 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 e monte de selim
                          G                                                                                                                                         A7  
Andou no pingo mais de meia hora deu me uma rosa lá do seu jardim
                                                                                                                                                                                     D  
Levei pra casa meu tordilho negro é mais uma história que chega no fim
FIM