Chords for CHURRASCO NA TREMPE!

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CHURRASCO NA TREMPE! chords
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No, but this one's a real teacher.
people, right?
roast like this.
starving, we just stand there.
half-starved, I'll die.
need.
That's the problem.
room is too big for you there.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ No, but this one's a real teacher.
Barbecue is for poor people, right?
That's why it's so small.
Look, if it were for rich people, it'd be a huge rib roast like this.
It takes three days around the fire to roast it.
And we're starving, we just stand there.
We're watching it.
It takes a whole day to roast, man.
If someone arrives half-starved, I'll die.
That's it?
No, this is the barbecue for the poor who are, look, in need.
Quick, quick. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ That's the problem.
The white room is too big for you there.
The room is covered. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [C] _ [Gm] _ _ [C] Through this rough verse, I want to explain to [F] you how I feel when I arrive at a rodeo. _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
I'm fine.
I'm [Bbm] a saddled horse.
I [G] need [C] _
_ some love. _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D]
There it is.
Now it's time.
And [C] where is? _ _ _ _
_ Hey, what you bringing?
I didn't bring it.
[F] There's trouble. _
No, but I think I have a red-collared one.
_ Whoa, [C] whoa, whoa, the branch.
_ _ My chestnut horse is a_
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ I'm a _ _ _ saddled horse.
I need [F] some love. _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm a saddled horse.
I need _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
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[C] _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ some _ love.
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I'm [C] a saddled horse.
I need some love.
I'm a saddled horse.
I'm a saddled horse.
I'm a saddled horse.
I'm a saddled horse.
[F] This horsemanship and country dancing under the [D] tent.
[C] I got_
_ _ The snorting of the bellowing as I verse this [F] fucking_ What? _ _
Oh!
_ _ It's a red_
Bait [C] and roll brand_
[Gm] There it is.
My horse, my [E] brand, is going to be posted.
Hot!
If this thing [F] breaks, we'll make another one. _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] But in principle, it's not meant to break.
It was already made to eat meat [E] and clear brush, you know.
[C] Excuse [F] me. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ [Gm] _ _ [C] _ _
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ There you find only the purebred [C] bulls. _ _
Because of our culture, I've always had an [Dm] attachment [F] after a camp_ A camp_ _
_ _ _ [C] Gathering.
I take a slow sleep.
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ Wide mouth bump boccias, red scarf.
[C] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ My chestnut horse is throwing its reins.
[F] _ [C] Let's remove the rust.
We'll have to put a couple [F] of ribs up here.
[Bb] It's a miserable mess without fire, without [C] anything.
It's crazy.
And I feel at home when I arrive at the [F] rodeo.
Oh! _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ Through this rustic verse, I want to explain to [F] you_
How I feel when I arrive at a rodeo. _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ My horse, all dressed up, bottled, with a [C] winged demeanor.
A handsome _ look.
_ _ _ [F] _
A top knot. _ _ _ _
[C] For a drink from my gourd, preserving the image of my Rio Grande.
_ _ _ [F] _ Vest in my wide-legged trousers, a [B] colorful scarf.
[C] _ _
_ My chestnut horse throws off the [F] reins.
_ _ _ There I meet friends.
[C] I've been criticized here before, folks.
I was criticized [A] for making a seasoned barbecue, [F] right?
But I make the authentic one.
No problem at all, okay? _
[C] _ This is to clear my name with you who criticize me again.
Okay.
_ [F] I make it_
I make the authentic one.
Don't worry.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
Don't tell me now that there's [G] no skewer.
There are skewers there.
There are some really fashionable ones, man.
[F] But it'll just make the salt [D] worse.
I'll put them on top of the old tripod here.
_ [C] _ On [Am] top of the old tripod, [G] too.
The barbecue of the_ Ah!
The oxcart driver.
[F] _ _ [A] Not the oxcart driver, the one with [G] the oxcart.
The one he used to make with an oxcart traveling.
_ [C] _ _
_ He'd [F] pull a cart, _ _
[C] use his little temp [F] on the cart, [C] pull the temp, let it go.
_ _ That's the gaucho's quick barbecue, but it's with coarse salt, Bob.
[Gb] Okay.
_ _ _ _ Maybe the compadre had to lend us a hand here first.
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[Dbm] Okay.
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_ _ [Ab] _ _ [B] _ VR.
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Around the country road.
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