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G Won't say I D love you babe. G Won't say I D need you babe. But I'm going to A get you babe and I will G not do you wrong. D G Living's mostly D wasting time G and I waste my D share of mine but it never feels A too good so G let's not take too long. D Well, G you're soft as D glass and I'm a G gentle A man D we got the sky to A talk about and the G world to lie D upon. G Days up and D down they come G like rain on a D conga drum forget most, A remember some but G don't turn none D away. G Everything is D not enough G nothing is D too much to bear where you been is A good and gone all you G keep's the getting D there. To G live is to D fly G low and A high so D shake the dust off A of your wings and the G sleep out of your D eyes. G It's goodbye to D all my friends. G It's time to D go again. Think of all A the poetry and the G pickin' down the D line. G I'll miss the D system here the G bottom's low and the D treble's clear, but it don't pay to A think too much on the G things you leave D behind. I G may be D gone G but I won't be A long I'll be D bringing back the A melody and the G rhythm that I D find. G We all got D holes to fill G and them holes are D all that's real some fall on you A like a storm G sometimes you dig your D own. G But choice is D yours to make G time is yours to D take some dive A into the sea some G toil upon the D stone. To G live is to D fly G low and A high so D shake the dust off A of your wings and the G sleep out of your D eyes.
Written by Townes Van Zandt
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