Biografia:
The Cowboy Junkies é uma banda canadense de rock alternativo, com ênfase folk e country, formada em 1985 em Toronto, Canada, pelos irmãos Michael (guitarra), Peter (bateria) e Margo Timmins (vocal), além de Alan Anton (baixo).
O primeiro álbum da banda, Whites Off Earth, com uma forte inspiração blues, foi gravado na garagem dos Timmins e produzido pelo produtor canadense Peter Moore. Seu lançamendo se deu em 1986, o mesmo ano em que a banda saiu em turnê pelo sul dos Estados Unidos.
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Outras músicas:
- Sweet Jane
- 200 More Miles
- A Common Disaster
- A Horse In The Country
- Angel Mine
- Cause Cheap Is How I Feel
- Close My Eyes
- Cowboy Junkies Lament
- Escape Is So Simple
- Fuck I Hate The Cold
- Good Friday
- He Will Call You Baby
- Hold On To Me
- Hollow As A Bone
- If You Were The Woman
- Im So Lonesome I Could Cry
- Lament
- Lay It Down
- Lonely Sinking Feeling
- Lost My Driving Wheel
- Misguided Angel
- Murder Tonight In The Trailer Park
- Musical Key
- My Wild Child
- No Long Journey Home
- One Soul Now
- Oregon Hill
- Pale Sun
- Renmin Park
- Ring On The Sill
- River Waltz
- Sad To See The Season Go
- Simon Keeper
- Something More Besides You
- Southern Rain
- Sun Comes Up Its Tuesday Morning
- The Last Spike
- The Slide
- Thirty Summers
- This Street That Man This Life
- Those Final Feet
- Thousand Year Prayer
- To Hunting Ground From City
- To Lay Me Down
- To Live Is To Fly
- To Love Is To Bury
- Where Are You Tonight
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we will dance and not let them in.
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And if one day we wake up to a bed dry as a bone
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find our river stolen find our sanctuary gone
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we will stand and take stock and be grateful
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for what we've not lost.
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We will pack up our bags, pack our small family
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head across the valley to where the aspen trees
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shiver as they ascend -
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the green hills rising to blue.
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all this turmoil within.
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locked in a time all our own.
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moving in time to the song.
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you say, let the world spin.
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to a place where your headwaters will flow
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clean through to your mouth.
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by her banks where we will live
with our small family
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she will water our garden
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and clean the dirt from our skin.
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