Biography:
John Townes Van Zandt (March 7, 1944 – January 1, 1997), better known as Townes Van Zandt, was a critically acclaimed American songwriter and singer. Much of Van Zandt’s musical canon--songs such as "Pancho and Lefty", "For the Sake of the Song", "Tecumseh Valley", "Rex's Blues", and "To Live is to Fly"--are widely considered masterpieces of American folk music. His musical style is often described as melancholy in sound and delivery with rich and poetic lyrics.
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Other songs:
- At My Window
- Be Here To Love Me
- Cocaine Blues
- Colorado Girl
- Dead Flowers
- Pancho And Lefty
- Poncho and Lefty
- To Live Is To Fly
- Upon My Soul
- Waiting Around To Die
- Waiting Round To Die
- A Song For
- Aint Leavin Your Love
- Alone And Forsaken
- Ballad Of Ira Hayes
- Big Country Blues
- Black Crow Blues
- Black Jack Mama
- Blue Wind Blew
- Brand New Companion
- Brother Flower
- Buckskin Stallion Blues
- Columbine
- Come Tomorrow
- Cowboy Junkies Lament
- Delta Momma Blues
- Dollar Bill Blues
- Dont Let The Sunshine Fool Ya
- Dont Take It Too Bad
- Dont You Take It Too Bad
- Fare Thee Well Miss Carousel
- Flyin Shoes
- For The Sake Of The Song
- Fraulein
- Greensboro Woman
- Heavenly Houseboat Blues
- Hey Willie Boy
- High Low And In Between
- Highway Kind
- I Aint Ever Satisfied
- If I Needed You
- Ill Be Here In The Morning
- Indian Cowboy
- Ira Hayes
- Kathleen
- Katie Belle Blue
- Like A Summer Thursday
- Little Willie The Gambler
- Loretta
- Lovers Lullaby
- Lungs
- Many A Fine Lady
- Marie
- Mr Mudd And Mr Gold
- My Proud Mountains
- No Deal
- No Place To Fall
- None But The Rain
- Nothin
- Only Him Or Me
- Our Mother The Mountain
- Pueblo Waltz
- Quicksilver Daydreams Of Maria
- Rake
- Rexs Blues
- Sad Cinderella
- Saint John The Gambler
- Second Lovers Song
- She Came And She Touched Me
- Sixteen Summers Fifteen Falls
- Snake Mountain Blues
- Snake Song
- Snow Dont Fall
- Snowin On Raton
- St John The Gambler
- Still Looking For You
- Tecumseh Valley
- Texas River Song
- The Catfish Song
- The Hole
- The Silver Ships Of Andilar
- Tower Song
- Turnstyled Junkpiled
- Two Girls
- Two Hands
- Waitin Around To Die
- Waiting For The Day
- When He Offers His Hand
- When Shes Acting This Way
- When Your Dream Lovers Die
- White Freight Liner Blues
- White Freightliner Blues
- You Are Not Needed Now
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[Intro]
Dm
[Verse 1]
Dm
My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
F C/E Am Dm
The moon's dancin' purple all through her black hair
Dm
And a lady's in waiting she'll stand 'neath my window
F C/E Am Dm
And the sun will rise soon on the false and the fair
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 2]
Dm
She tells me she comes from my mother the mountain
F C/E Am Dm
Her skin fits her tightly and her lips do not lie
Dm
She silently slips from her throat a medallion
F C/E Am Dm
Slowly she twirls it in front of my eyes
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 3]
Dm
I watch her, I love her, I long for to touch her
F C/E Am Dm
The satin she's wearin' is shimmering blue
Dm
Outside my window her ladies are sleeping
F C/E Am Dm
My dog's a-gone hunting, the howling is through
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 4]
Dm
So I reach for her hand and her eyes turn to poison
F C/E Am Dm
And her hair turns to splinters and her flesh turns to brine
Dm
She leaps 'cross the room, she stands in the window
F C/E Am Dm
And screams that my first-born will surely be blind
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 5]
Dm
Then she throws herself out to the black of the nightfall
F C/E Am Dm
She's parted her lips, but she makes not a sound
Dm
I fly down the stairway and I run to the garden
F C/E Am Dm
No trace of my true love is there to be found
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 6]
Dm
So walk these hills lightly and watch who you're lovin'
F C/E Am Dm
By mother the mountain, I swear that it's true
Dm
And love not a woman with hair black as midnight
F C/E Am Dm
And a dress made of satin all shimmering blue
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 7]
Dm
Oh my lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
F C/E Am Dm
The moon's dancing purple all through her black hair
Dm
And a lady's in waiting, she'll stand 'neath my window
F C/E Am Dm
And the sun will rise soon on the false and the fair
Dm
[Verse 1]
Dm
My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
F C/E Am Dm
The moon's dancin' purple all through her black hair
Dm
And a lady's in waiting she'll stand 'neath my window
F C/E Am Dm
And the sun will rise soon on the false and the fair
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 2]
Dm
She tells me she comes from my mother the mountain
F C/E Am Dm
Her skin fits her tightly and her lips do not lie
Dm
She silently slips from her throat a medallion
F C/E Am Dm
Slowly she twirls it in front of my eyes
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 3]
Dm
I watch her, I love her, I long for to touch her
F C/E Am Dm
The satin she's wearin' is shimmering blue
Dm
Outside my window her ladies are sleeping
F C/E Am Dm
My dog's a-gone hunting, the howling is through
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 4]
Dm
So I reach for her hand and her eyes turn to poison
F C/E Am Dm
And her hair turns to splinters and her flesh turns to brine
Dm
She leaps 'cross the room, she stands in the window
F C/E Am Dm
And screams that my first-born will surely be blind
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 5]
Dm
Then she throws herself out to the black of the nightfall
F C/E Am Dm
She's parted her lips, but she makes not a sound
Dm
I fly down the stairway and I run to the garden
F C/E Am Dm
No trace of my true love is there to be found
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 6]
Dm
So walk these hills lightly and watch who you're lovin'
F C/E Am Dm
By mother the mountain, I swear that it's true
Dm
And love not a woman with hair black as midnight
F C/E Am Dm
And a dress made of satin all shimmering blue
C Am Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o
[Verse 7]
Dm
Oh my lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
F C/E Am Dm
The moon's dancing purple all through her black hair
Dm
And a lady's in waiting, she'll stand 'neath my window
F C/E Am Dm
And the sun will rise soon on the false and the fair
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