John Townes van Zandt, mais conhecido como apenas Townes van Zandt nasceu em Fort Worth, no Texas, no dia 7 de março de 1944. Foi um grande compositor e cantor de folk, escritor e poeta, muito admirado por grandes nomes do folk-country, como Bob Dylan e Neil Young.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
#----------------------------------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
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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.