Townes Van Zandt : High, Low And In Between

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I got two hands, I wanna clap my hands together

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I got two legs, I wanna dance to heaven door

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I got one heart, I'm gonna fill it up with Jesus

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And I ain't gonna think about trouble anymore

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Well now this old world sometimes it does get lonesome

G

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And it's many a grown man has hung his head and cried

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Down in your soul there's one that won't desert you

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Ain't it fine to have the savior by your side? Now the Lord resides inside a house of golden And faith is the door and love is the key And warm is the light pouring from his mighty windows And that light, my friend, it shines on you and me When the wind blows on that faithful morning And I close my eyes, Lord, and fly my body home I don't want my friends to cry no tears about me I'll be bathing in the glory of the throne

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Well the birds were talkin' all at once

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And the old man mowin' down his lawn

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He didn't look like much too bad a guy And I was thinkin' "Hang on, man, something's wrong Your blues they do seem to be gone" Heaven ain't bad but you don't get nothin' done

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Lay down your head awhile

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You are not needed now

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You are not needed now Well Allison laid an egg on me And every time I turn around It's swimmin' through the air above my bed And I told Miss Hicks and she said fine Long as you're back in your room on time I'll keep you clean the girls will keep you fed Lay down your head with mine You are not needed now And we got things to do Well between the blankets made of wool The trains go by every half an hour And a body can't get no restin' done it's true So I spend my time as best I can Thinkin' big and makin' plans And wonderin' where them trains are rollin' to Lay down your head, poor boy Feel how the ground does move And hear how them drivers sing Well goodbye friends it's time to close Everybody knows that's the way it goes Where was it you lived in case I'm ever there? Well three doors down and two behind And it gets a little bit out of hand sometimes Don't let it fool you into thinkin' you don't care Lay down your head and fly And I'll quietly pass you by You won't even see me go Well if I thought about it long enough I just might make some kind of move Watchful eyes are too hard on the soul With the smokehouse just across the way And this fog upon the light of day I'd be hard pressed comin' up with where to go Lay down your head, poor boy Feel how the ground does move And hear how them drivers sing And what now my darling one? We'll go find a little fun You are not needed now

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My days they are the highway kind, they only come to leave

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The leaving I don't mind, it's the coming that I crave

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Pour the sun upon the ground, stand to throw a shadow

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Watch it grow into the night and feel the spinning sky Time among the pine trees, it felt like breath of air Usually I just walk this streets and tell myself to care Sometimes I believe me; sometimes I don't hear Sometimes the shape I'm in, won't let me go I don't know too much for true but my heart knows how to pound My legs know how to love someone; my voice knows how to sound Shame that it's not enough; shame that it is a shame Follow the circle down, where would you be? You're the only one I want and I've never heard your name Let's hope we meet someday, if we don't it's all the same I'll meet the ones between us, and be thinking about you And all the places I have seen and why you were not there

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Intro

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Verse 1

G(vii)

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Won't say I love you babe

G(vii)

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Won't say I need you babe

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But I'm gonna get you babe, and I will not do you wrong

G(vii)

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Living's mostly wasting time

G(vii)

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And I waste my share of mine

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But it never feels too good, so let's don't take too long

Bridge 1

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Well you're soft as glass, and I'm a gentle man

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And we got the sky to talk about, and the world to lie upon

Verse 2

G(vii)

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G(vii)

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Days up and down they come, like rain on a conga drum

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Forget most, remember some but don't turn none away

G(vii)

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G(vii)

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Everything is not enough, and nothin' is too much to bear

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Where you've been is good and gone all you keep is the gettin' there

Chorus 1

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Well to live is to fly, all low and high

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So shake the dust off of your wings

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And the sleep out of your eyes

Verse 3

G(vii)

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G(vii)

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It's goodbye to all my friends, it's time to go again

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I'll think of all the poetry, and the pickin' down the line

G(vii)

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G(vii)

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I'll miss the system here, the bottom's low and the treble's clear

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But it don't pay to think too much on the things you leave behind

Bridge 2

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Well I may be gone, but it won't be long

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I'll be a-bringing back the melody, and the rhythm that I find

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Verse 4

G(vii)

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G(vii)

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We all got holes to fill, and them holes are all that's real

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And some fall on you like a storm, sometimes you dig your own

G(vii)

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G(vii)

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The choice is yours to make, and time is yours to take

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Some dive into the sea, some toil upon the stone

Final chorus

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Well to live is to fly, all low and high

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So shake the dust off of your wings

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And the sleep out of you eyes

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Well shake the dust off of your wings

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And the tears out of your eyes...

Capo:

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The wicked king of clubs awoke

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And it was to his queen he turned

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His lips were laughing as they spoke

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His eyes like bullets burned

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The sun's upon a gambling day

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His queen smiled low and blissfully

Dm

Let's make some wretched fool to play

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Plain it was she did agree He sent his deuce down into diamond His four to heart, and his trey to spade Three kings with their legions come Preparations soon where made They voted club the days commander Gave him an army face and number All but the outlaw jack of diamonds And the aces in the sky He give his sevens first instructions Spirit me a game of stud Stakes unscarred by limitation 'Tween a man named Gold and man named Mudd Club filled Gold with greedy vapors Till his long, green eyes did glow Mud was left with the sighs and trembles Watching his hard earned money go Flushes fell on Gold like water Tens they paired and paired again But the aces only flew through heaven And the diamond jack called no man friend The diamond queen saw Mudd's ordeal Began to think of her long lost son Fell to her knees with a mother's mercy Prayed to the angels every one The diamond queen, she prayed and prayed And the diamond angel filled Mudd's hole The wicked king of clubs himself Fell in face down in front of Gold Now three kings come to Clubs command But the angels from the sky did ride Three kings up on the streets of Gold Three fireballs on the muddy side The club queen heard her husband's call But Lord that queen of diamond's joy When the outlaw in the heavenly hall Turned out to be a wandering boy Now Mudd he checked and Gold bet all And Mudd he raised and Gold did call And the smile just melted off his face When Mudd turned over that diamond ace Now here's what this story's told If you feel like Mudd you'll end up Gold If you feel like lost, you'll end up found So amigo, lay them raises down

Townes Van Zandt : High, Low And In Between
1971

Two Hands

You Are Not Needed Now

Highway Kind

To Live Is To Fly

Mr Mudd And Mr Gold

Townes Van Zandt : High, Low And In Between 1971

Two Hands

You Are Not Needed Now

Highway Kind

To Live Is To Fly

Mr Mudd And Mr Gold

Townes Van Zandt : High, Low And In Between
1971