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#research. Remember to view this file in Courier, or other monospaced font. # #See http://www.olga.net/faq/ for more information. # Date: Wed, 09 Sep 1998 11:13:54 -0500 From: davies@ils.nwu.edu (Brian Davies) Subject: c/cowboy_junkies/those_final_feet.crd THOSE FINAL FEET by the Cowboy Junkies Transcribed by Brian Davies Comments & corrections to davies@ils.nwu.edu More of my guitar music can be found at: http://www.ils.nwu.edu/~davies/ [G] [Am] [C] [G] [G] [Am] [C] [G]
G Place my body on the Am funeral pyre, C cut it loose to float downGstream. 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 forGgot 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.
Chorus
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.
Chorus [G] [Am] [C] [G]
G Am Cut it C loose, cut it loose, cut it G loose Chorus
G Those final feet.