Biography:
George Ryan Bingham (born March 31, 1981 in Hobbs, New Mexico) is an American folk rock/Americana singer/songwriter. In addition to his solo albums, Bingham recorded two albums as Ryan Bingham & The Dead Horses.
Bingham dropped out of school at 17 and was introduced to rodeo bull riding. He learned the emotional aspect of pain early in life, when shuttling between small towns and family members in the hardscrabble ranching communities of West Texas and Hobbs
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Other songs:
- For Anyone's Sake
- The Weary Kind
- Until I'm One With You
- Adventures Of You And Me
- All Choked Up Again
- Bad Case Of Gone
- Big Country Sky
- Boracho Station
- Broken Heart Tattoos
- City Of New Orleans
- Country Roads
- Depression
- Direction Of The Wind
- Dollar A Day
- Dont Wait For Me
- Dylans Hard Rain
- Ever Wonder Why
- Fear And Saturday Night
- For What Its Worth
- Hallelujah
- Hands Of Time
- Hard Times
- Hey Hey Hurray
- Honey
- I Dont Know
- Junky Star
- Long Way From Georgia
- My Diamond Is Too Rough
- Never Far Behind
- No Help From God
- Nobody Knows My Trouble
- Pancho And Lefty
- Roadhouse Blues
- Rollin Highway Blues
- Self
- Situation Station
- Snake Eyes
- Snow Falls In June
- South Side Of Heaven
- Sunrise
- Tell My Mother I Miss Her So
- The Other Side
- The Poet
- The Wandering
- To Live Is To Fly
- Until Im One With You
- Yesterdays Blues
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To Live is To Fly - Ryan Bingham
This is Ryans version of Townes Van Zandt
G D
Well days up and down they come
G D
Like rain on a conga drum
D A
Forget most, remember some
G D
But don’t turn none away
Everything is not enough
And nothings too much to bare
Where you been is good and gone
All you keep is the getting there
G D
Oh to live is to fly
G A
Both low and high
D A
Shake the dust off of your wings
G D
Sleep out of your eyes
We all got holes to fill
Them holes are all thats real
Some fall on you like a storm
Some times you dig your own
Choice is yours to make
Time is yours to take
Some sail upon the sea
Some toil upon the storm
Oh to live is to fly
Both low and high
Shake the dust off of your wings
The tears out of your eyes
Well goodbye to all my friends
It’s time for me to go again
Well think about the poetry
And the pickin down the line
I’ll miss the system here
The bottoms low and the trebles clear
But it don’t pay to think to much
You’ve got the things that you leave behind
Oh to live is to fly
Both low and high
Shake the dust off of your wings
Sleep out of your eyes
Shake the dust off of your wings
The tears out of your eyes
This is Ryans version of Townes Van Zandt
G D
Well days up and down they come
G D
Like rain on a conga drum
D A
Forget most, remember some
G D
But don’t turn none away
Everything is not enough
And nothings too much to bare
Where you been is good and gone
All you keep is the getting there
G D
Oh to live is to fly
G A
Both low and high
D A
Shake the dust off of your wings
G D
Sleep out of your eyes
We all got holes to fill
Them holes are all thats real
Some fall on you like a storm
Some times you dig your own
Choice is yours to make
Time is yours to take
Some sail upon the sea
Some toil upon the storm
Oh to live is to fly
Both low and high
Shake the dust off of your wings
The tears out of your eyes
Well goodbye to all my friends
It’s time for me to go again
Well think about the poetry
And the pickin down the line
I’ll miss the system here
The bottoms low and the trebles clear
But it don’t pay to think to much
You’ve got the things that you leave behind
Oh to live is to fly
Both low and high
Shake the dust off of your wings
Sleep out of your eyes
Shake the dust off of your wings
The tears out of your eyes
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