Cifras
Um Bagual Corcoveador

Tom: E

Introdução: E    B7    

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                                                                                                                                                                        B7  
A tropa vinha estendida pastando no corredor
                                                                                                                                                                          E  
Eu empurrava culatra e também fazia um fiador
                                                                                                                                                                                     B7  
Um bagual gordo e delgado arisco e corcoveador
                                                                                                                                                                                                          E  
Que se assustava da estaca e da sombra do maneador
''Enquanto existir cavalo mais brabo que um temporal
                                                                                                                                                                                          B7  
É brabo a vida de um taura que só trabalha de peão
                                                                                                                                                                                     E  
Nisso uma lebre dispara debaixo de um macegão
                                                                                                                                                                                                                B7  
Meu pingo só deu um coice escondendo a cara nas mãos
                                                                                                                                                                                     E  E7  
Saiu sacudindo o toso e cravou o focinho no chão
                                                  A                                                            E7                                 A  
Tentiei levantar no freio mas era tarde demais
          B7                                                    E                 B7                                                              E      E7  
Eu vi uma poeira fina formando nuvens pra trás
                  A                                                                                                              E7                              A  
Berrando se foi a cerca e cruzou pro lado de lá
             B7                                            E                                                                 B7                              E  
Parecia uma tormenta cruzando em massambará
                                                                                                                                                                                                          B7  
Se enganchava nas esporas sobre a volta do pescoço
                                                                                                                                                                                          E  
Cortando couro com pelo e tirando lascas de osso
                                                                                                                                                                             B7  
Naquele inferno danado bombiei pro meu cebolão
                                                                                                                                                                     E  
Regulava quatro e pico numa tarde de verão
                                                     A                                                            E7                                 A  
Tentiei levantar no freio mas era tarde demais
          B7                                                    E                 B7                                                              E      E7  
Eu vi uma poeira fina formando nuvens pra trás
                  A                                                                                                              E7                              A  
Berrando se foi a cerca e cruzou pro lado de lá
             B7                                            E                                                                 B7                              E  
Parecia uma tormenta cruzando em massambará
                                                                                                                                                                                B7  
Senti a força do vento me arrancando dos arreios
                                                                                                                                                                                     E  
E aquele bicho parecia que ia se rasgar no meio
                                                                                                                                                                                     B7  
Deixei manso e de confiança montaria de patrão
                                                                                                                                                                                                          E  
Pois honro o nome que carrego e orgulho de ser peão
                                          A                                                            E7                                 A  
Tentiei levantar no freio mas era tarde demais
          B7                                                    E                 B7                                                              E      E7  
Eu vi uma poeira fina formando nuvens pra trás
                  A                                                                                                              E7                              A  
Berrando se foi a cerca e cruzou pro lado de lá
             B7                                            E                                                                 B7                              E  
Parecia uma tormenta cruzando em massambará