Cowboy Junkies - Those Final Feet

^G Place my body on the ^Am funeral pyre, ^C cut it loose to float down^Gstream. ^G Leave it frozen on a ^Am mountain top, ^C suspend it high to be picked ^G clean.

You said ^D never to grow ^C old, but you for^Ggot to tell me how. ^G You said ^D never to grow ^C old and then sank your ^G teeth into those final feet. ^G

^G Last night I dreamt of ^Am owls at my window. ^C I knew that time was winding ^G down. ^G Turned to tell you ^Am of my premonition, ^C changed my mind and lay back ^G down.

^G No sense wasting the ^Am time you got, ^C you got to walk down every ^G road. ^G No sense pretending that you're ^Am what you're not, ^C when you got to shoulder every ^G load.

^G, ^Am Cut it ^C loose, cut it loose, cut it ^G loose CHORUS...