Cowboy Junkies are a Canadian alt-country band formed by three siblings from the Timmins entertainment family (Margo Timmins, vocals; Michael Timmins, songwriter & guitars; Peter Timmins, drums) plus Alan Anton on bass. The group formed in Toronto in 1986. The band's name was simply a random choice as they approached their first ever gig, but it has come to perfectly represent their sound. (Some sources may credit Townes Van Zandt's song "Cowboy Junkies Lament" as the source of the band's name
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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: [email protected] (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:
---------------------------------------------------------------- "To Live is to Fly" Cowboy Junkies from _Black Eyed Man_
Capo first fret Chorus: GDGDDAGD (2x) Verse: GDGADAGD (1x)
GD Won't say I love you babe GD Won't say I need you babe DA But I'm going to get you babe GD and I will not do you wrong
GD Living's mostly wasting time GD and I waste my share of mine DA but it never feels too good GD so let's not take too long
GDGA You're soft as glass and I'm a gentle man DA we got the sky to talk about GD 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.