Townes Van Zandt nació en la ciudad de Fort Worth, en el estado de Texas, en el seno de una adinerada familia relacionada con el negocio del petróleo. Era descendiente de Isaac Van Zandt, que tuvo un importante papel político en la época en que Texas fue un estado independiente.
Comenzó su carrera como cantante de folk a mediados de la década de 1960, tocando en clubes como Sand Mountain y Old Quarter, en Houston (Texas). En su primera época conoció a otros músicos texanos que tendrían una gran influencia en su obra
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
#----------------------------------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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # Date: Tue, 23 Jan 1996 23:58:56 -0500 From: [email protected] Subject: townes van zandt, "Two Girls"
Here's my interpretation of the version on Old Quarter. Sounds great with amp cranked to 10 and full distortion.
Two Girls, Townes Van Zandt from "Live at the Old Quarter" tabbed by Jud Branam ([email protected]) capo 4
The (C)clouds didn't look like (Dm)cotton they didn't (G)even (F)look like (C)clouds I was underneath the (Dm)weather and my (G)friends looked (F)like A (C)crowd The (Am)swimmin hole was (C)full of rum I (F)tried to find out (C)why all I (Dm)learned my friend is you've got to (G)swim be(F)fore you (C)fly.
chorus: I've got (F)two (C)girls one's in (Am)heaven, one's (C)below one I love with (Dm)all my heart and (G)one I (F)do not (C)know.
Two lonesome dudes on an ugly horse Passed by not long ago They asked me where the action was I said I did not know And as they disappeared into the brush I heard the driver say He's a little slow between the ears He's always been that way
chorus
Jolly Jane just lays around and listens with her mouth. She's had about a dozen husbands, but the last one just pulled out. Now who's gonna bring her dinner through the weary years ahead? All she'll get from me is sympathy, got no time to see she's fed.
chorus
Cold down on the bayou, they say it's in your mind. But the moccasins are treadin' ice and leavin' strange designs Cajuns say the last time this happened they werent' here Aw, beaumont's full of penguins and I'm a playin' it by ear.