Cowboy junkies - To live is to fly

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    COWBOY JUNKIES
    
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    From: afung@po.EECS.Berkeley.EDU (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:
    
    afung@po.eecs.berkeley.edu
    Andrew Fung
    
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    "To Live is to Fly"
    Cowboy Junkies
    from _Black Eyed Man_
    
    Capo first fret
    Chorus: G D G D D A G D (2x)
    Verse:  G D G A D A G D (1x)
    
    G	    D
    Won't say I love you babe
    G	    D
    Won't say I need you babe
    D		 A
    But I'm going to get you babe
    	G		D
    and I will not do you wrong
    
    G		D
    Living's mostly wasting time
    G		D
    and I waste my share of mine
    D		A
    but it never feels too good
       G			D
    so let's not take too long
    
    	G	D	      G       A
    You're soft as glass and I'm a gentle man
    D		  A
    we got the sky to talk about
    	G	     D
    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.

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