Biography:
John Townes Van Zandt (March 7, 1944 – January 1, 1997), better known as Townes Van Zandt, was a critically acclaimed American songwriter and singer. Much of Van Zandt’s musical canon--songs such as "Pancho and Lefty", "For the Sake of the Song", "Tecumseh Valley", "Rex's Blues", and "To Live is to Fly"--are widely considered masterpieces of American folk music. His musical style is often described as melancholy in sound and delivery with rich and poetic lyrics.
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Other songs:
- At My Window
- Be Here To Love Me
- Cocaine Blues
- Colorado Girl
- Dead Flowers
- Pancho And Lefty
- Poncho and Lefty
- To Live Is To Fly
- Upon My Soul
- Waiting Around To Die
- Waiting Round To Die
- A Song For
- Aint Leavin Your Love
- Alone And Forsaken
- Ballad Of Ira Hayes
- Big Country Blues
- Black Crow Blues
- Black Jack Mama
- Blue Wind Blew
- Brand New Companion
- Brother Flower
- Buckskin Stallion Blues
- Columbine
- Come Tomorrow
- Cowboy Junkies Lament
- Delta Momma Blues
- Dollar Bill Blues
- Dont Let The Sunshine Fool Ya
- Dont Take It Too Bad
- Dont You Take It Too Bad
- Fare Thee Well Miss Carousel
- Flyin Shoes
- For The Sake Of The Song
- Fraulein
- Greensboro Woman
- Heavenly Houseboat Blues
- Hey Willie Boy
- High Low And In Between
- Highway Kind
- I Aint Ever Satisfied
- If I Needed You
- Ill Be Here In The Morning
- Indian Cowboy
- Ira Hayes
- Kathleen
- Katie Belle Blue
- Like A Summer Thursday
- Little Willie The Gambler
- Loretta
- Lovers Lullaby
- Lungs
- Many A Fine Lady
- Marie
- Mr Mudd And Mr Gold
- My Proud Mountains
- No Deal
- No Place To Fall
- None But The Rain
- Nothin
- Only Him Or Me
- Our Mother The Mountain
- Pueblo Waltz
- Quicksilver Daydreams Of Maria
- Rake
- Rexs Blues
- Sad Cinderella
- Saint John The Gambler
- Second Lovers Song
- She Came And She Touched Me
- Sixteen Summers Fifteen Falls
- Snake Mountain Blues
- Snake Song
- Snow Dont Fall
- Snowin On Raton
- St John The Gambler
- Still Looking For You
- Tecumseh Valley
- Texas River Song
- The Catfish Song
- The Hole
- The Silver Ships Of Andilar
- Tower Song
- Turnstyled Junkpiled
- Two Girls
- Two Hands
- Waitin Around To Die
- Waiting For The Day
- When He Offers His Hand
- When Shes Acting This Way
- When Your Dream Lovers Die
- White Freight Liner Blues
- White Freightliner Blues
- You Are Not Needed Now
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A D A
I come from a long line, high low and in between, same as you.
A D A
Hills of golden, miles of poison time's thrown me through.
A D A
And I believe I've come to learn that turnin' round is to become confusion,
G D Dm A
And the gold's no good for spendin', and the poison's hungry waitin'.
What can you leave behind, when you're flyin' lightnin' fast and all alone?
Only a trace my friend, spirit of motion born and direction grown.
A trace that will not fade in frozen skies, and your journey will be.
And if a shadow don't seem much company, well who said it would be?
There is a highway, and the homemade lovin' kind, the highway's mine.
And we ramblers get the travelin' down, you fathers build with stones, that stand and shine.
Heaven's where you find it and you can't take too much with you.
But Daddy, don't you listen, it's just this highway talkin'.
All things that are alive, are brothers in the soil, and in the sky.
And I believe it with my blood, if not my eyes.
I don't know why we can't be brothers here, I know we should be.
And the answers don't seen easy, and I'm wondering if they could be.
Thanks Townes, rest in peace my brother.
I come from a long line, high low and in between, same as you.
A D A
Hills of golden, miles of poison time's thrown me through.
A D A
And I believe I've come to learn that turnin' round is to become confusion,
G D Dm A
And the gold's no good for spendin', and the poison's hungry waitin'.
What can you leave behind, when you're flyin' lightnin' fast and all alone?
Only a trace my friend, spirit of motion born and direction grown.
A trace that will not fade in frozen skies, and your journey will be.
And if a shadow don't seem much company, well who said it would be?
There is a highway, and the homemade lovin' kind, the highway's mine.
And we ramblers get the travelin' down, you fathers build with stones, that stand and shine.
Heaven's where you find it and you can't take too much with you.
But Daddy, don't you listen, it's just this highway talkin'.
All things that are alive, are brothers in the soil, and in the sky.
And I believe it with my blood, if not my eyes.
I don't know why we can't be brothers here, I know we should be.
And the answers don't seen easy, and I'm wondering if they could be.
Thanks Townes, rest in peace my brother.
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