Aos Cavalos da Serra lyrics by Pepeu Gonçalves. Essa chuva de verão Que cai no lombo da terra Que molha os campos dobrados Que mata a sede do meu pingo...
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Essa chuva de verão
Que cai no lombo da terra
Que molha os campos dobrados
Que mata a sede do meu pingo crioulo
Que corcoveia
Nesta pintura chamada serra
O Rio Grande vai subir
Arrebentando as porteiras
O Rio Grande quer sorrir
Com cavalos da marca gaúcha, cavalos de estouro
É crioulo
Nesta pintura chamada serra
Enquanto houver um gaúcho
De bota bombacha bem pilchado
Cruzando os campos dobrados
De a cavalo lá na Serra
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