Cowboy Junkies - To Live Is To Fly
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| Band name | Cowboy Junkies |
| Song name | To Live Is To Fly |
| Tab type | Chords |
| Added | 05/09/2008 |
| Size | 2.22 kb |
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# From: afung@po.EECS.Berkeley.EDU (Andrew Fung) Subject: CRD: To Live is to Fly, Cowboy Junkies Let me know if anyone else out there has any Cowboy Junkies TAB/CRD. Hope you enjoy this! Corrections, comments, suggestions welcome to: afung@po.eecs.berkeley.edu Andrew Fung ---------------------------------------------------------------- "To Live is to Fly" Cowboy Junkies from _Black Eyed Man_ Capo first fret Chorus: G D G D D A G D (2x) Verse: G D G A D A G D (1x) G D Won't say I love you babe G D Won't say I need you babe D A But I'm going to get you babe G D and I will not do you wrong G D Living's mostly wasting time G D and I waste my share of mine D A but it never feels too good G D so let's not take too long G D G A You're soft as glass and I'm a gentle man D A we got the sky to talk about G D and the world to lie upon Days up and down they come like rain on a conga drum forget most, remember some but don't turn none away. Everything is not enough nothing is too much to bear where you been is good and gone all you keep's the getting there. To live is to fly low and high so shake the dust off of your wings and the sleep out of your eyes. It's goodbye to all my friends It's time to go again Think of all the poetry and the pickin' down the line. I'll miss the system here the bottom's low and the treble's clear but it don't pay to think too much on the things you leave behind. I may be gone but I won't be long I'll be bringing back the melody and the rhythm that I find. We all got holes to fill and them holes are all that's real some fall on you like a storm sometimes you dig your own But choice is yours to make time is yours to take some dive into the sea some toil upon the stone. To live is to fly low and high so shake the dust off of your wings and the sleep out of your eyes.