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To Live Is To Fly (live at The Old Quarter) Townes Van Zandt **Note** I call this G(7f)*. On the verse, Townes slides up and down the neck between this and an open D chord. It's a D shape open chord on the 7th fret. Just play a D on the first 4 strings. 6th 7th 8th e-]]-----]--2--]-----]---| b-]]-----]-----]--3--]---| g-]]-----]--2--]-----]---| d-]]-----]--0--]-----]---| a-]]-----]--X--]-----]---| E-]]-----]--X--]-----]---| He also plays a little riff when going from G to D at end of the verse. e-]-------------------2-| b-]-------------------3-| g-]---------------2---2-| d-]--0-2-0----0---------| a-]--------2------------| E-]---------------------|
G(7f)Wont say I loDve you babe, G* D Wont say I need you babe, DBut I'm gonna gAet you babe, and I Gwill not do you wDrong.
G* D Livin's mostly wasting time, G* D And I waste my share of mine,
DBut it never feeAls too good, so lGet's don't take too Dlong. GWell you're soft as gDlass, and I'm a Ggentle mAan, D A G D A-G-riff-D And we got the sky to talk about, and the world to lie upon.
G* D G* D Days up and down they come, like rain on a conga drum,
FDorget most, rememAber some but doGn't turn none awDay. G* D G* D Everything is not enough, and nothin' is too much to bear, D A G WhDere you've been is good and gone all you keep is the gettin' there.
CHORUS:
Well to lGive is to Dfly, all Glow and hAigh, So Dshake the dust off Aof your wings, G D A-G-riff-D And the sleep out of your eyes.
It's good-bye to all my friends, it's time to go again, I'll 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. CHORUS: Well I may be gone, but it won't be long, I'll be a-bringing back the melody, and the rhythm that I find. We all got holes to fill, and them holes are all that's real, And some fall on you like a storm, sometimes you dig your own. The choice is yours to make, and time is yours to take, Some dive into the sea some toil upon the stone. FINAL CHORUS: Well to live is to fly, all low and high, So shake the dust off of your wings, and the sleep out of you eyes. Well shake the dust off of your wings, And the tears out of your eyes...