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#Date: Wed, 09 Sep 1998 11:13:54 -0500
#From: [email protected] (Brian Davies)
#Subject: c/cowboy_junkies/those_final_feet.crd
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# THOSE FINAL FEET by the Cowboy Junkies
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#Transcribed by Brian Davies
#Comments & corrections to [email protected]
#More of my guitar music can be found at:
# http://www.ils.nwu.edu/~davies/
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[G] [Am] [C] [G]
[G] [Am] [C] [G]
[G] Place my body on the [Am] funeral pyre,
[C] cut it loose to float down[G]stream.
[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[G]got 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.
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##This OLGA file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation #
##of the song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or #
##research. Remember to view this file in Courier, or other monospaced font. #
##See http://www.olga.net/faq/ for more information. #
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#Date: Wed, 09 Sep 1998 11:13:54 -0500
#From: [email protected] (Brian Davies)
#Subject: c/cowboy_junkies/those_final_feet.crd
#
# THOSE FINAL FEET by the Cowboy Junkies
#
#Transcribed by Brian Davies
#Comments & corrections to [email protected]
#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 down[G]stream.
[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[G]got 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.
