Biography:
Cowboy Junkies are a Canadian alt-country band formed by three siblings from the Timmins entertainment family (Margo Timmins, vocals; Michael Timmins, songwriter & guitars; Peter Timmins, drums) plus Alan Anton on bass. The group formed in Toronto in 1986. The band's name was simply a random choice as they approached their first ever gig, but it has come to perfectly represent their sound. (Some sources may credit Townes Van Zandt's song "Cowboy Junkies Lament" as the source of the band's name
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Other songs:
- Sweet Jane
- 200 More Miles
- A Common Disaster
- A Horse In The Country
- Angel Mine
- Cause Cheap Is How I Feel
- Close My Eyes
- Cowboy Junkies Lament
- Escape Is So Simple
- Fuck I Hate The Cold
- Good Friday
- He Will Call You Baby
- Hold On To Me
- Hollow As A Bone
- If You Were The Woman
- Im So Lonesome I Could Cry
- Lament
- Lay It Down
- Lonely Sinking Feeling
- Lost My Driving Wheel
- Misguided Angel
- Murder Tonight In The Trailer Park
- Musical Key
- My Wild Child
- No Long Journey Home
- One Soul Now
- Oregon Hill
- Pale Sun
- Renmin Park
- Ring On The Sill
- River Waltz
- Sad To See The Season Go
- Simon Keeper
- Something More Besides You
- Southern Rain
- Sun Comes Up Its Tuesday Morning
- The Last Spike
- The Slide
- Thirty Summers
- This Street That Man This Life
- Those Final Feet
- Thousand Year Prayer
- To Hunting Ground From City
- To Lay Me Down
- To Live Is To Fly
- To Love Is To Bury
- Where Are You Tonight
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[Intro]
B G#m (x8)
[Verse]
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too many years on the rinks of Montreal.
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too many years in the lofts of old TO.
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too many nights in the bowels of Avenue B.
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too many days in the arms of Lady T.
E F#
Or maybe I'm just getting old,
B G#m (x4)
'cause, fuck, I hate the cold.
[Verse]
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too much time in the bed of a petty thief.
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too much time in the arms of a failed conceit.
E F#
He told me how he love the best about me
G#m E
And then he told me what was best
F#
And maybe I'm just getting old,
B G#m (x4)
But, fuck, I hate the cold.
[Verse]
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too much fun on the roads of the USA.
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too much fun plugging in and starting to play.
E F#
Too much fun on this merry-go-round
G#m E
Of a tale yet to be told
F#
Baby, I'm just getting old
B G#m B G#m
And, fuck, I hate the cold.
B G#m B G#m
I fucking hate it.
B G#m B G#m
I hate the cold.
B G#m B G#m
I fucking hate the cold.
B G#m (x8)
[Verse]
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too many years on the rinks of Montreal.
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too many years in the lofts of old TO.
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too many nights in the bowels of Avenue B.
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too many days in the arms of Lady T.
E F#
Or maybe I'm just getting old,
B G#m (x4)
'cause, fuck, I hate the cold.
[Verse]
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too much time in the bed of a petty thief.
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too much time in the arms of a failed conceit.
E F#
He told me how he love the best about me
G#m E
And then he told me what was best
F#
And maybe I'm just getting old,
B G#m (x4)
But, fuck, I hate the cold.
[Verse]
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too much fun on the roads of the USA.
B G#m B G#m B G#m B G#m
Too much fun plugging in and starting to play.
E F#
Too much fun on this merry-go-round
G#m E
Of a tale yet to be told
F#
Baby, I'm just getting old
B G#m B G#m
And, fuck, I hate the cold.
B G#m B G#m
I fucking hate it.
B G#m B G#m
I hate the cold.
B G#m B G#m
I fucking hate the cold.
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