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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ST. JOHN THE GAMBLER
Townes Van Zandt
capo: 4th fret
Am Dm Am
Well she had twenty years when she turned to her mother
Dm Am
Sayin', "Mother I know that you'll grieve,
C Dm F Am
but I've given my soul to St. John The Gambler
C Am
Tomorrow comes time to leave.
Dm Am
Well the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever
Dm Am
Dead men lie deep 'round my door,
C Dm F Am
of the only salvation that's mine for the askin'
Em Am
So mother think on me no more."
Dm Am
The winter howled high 'round the mountain's breast,
Dm Am
and the cold of a thousand snows
C Dm F Am
Lay heaped upon the forest sleep.
C Am
She dressed in Calico.
Dm Am
For a gambler likes his women fancy,
Dm Am
fancy she would be
C Dm F Am
And the fires of her longing would keep 'way the cold,
Em Am
and her dress was a sight to see.
Dm Am
But the road was long beneath her feet,
Dm Am
she followed her frozen breath
C Dm F Am
In search of a certain St. John The Gambler,
C Am
stumbled to her death.
Dm Am
And she heard his laughter right down from the mountain,
Dm Am
and it danced with her mother's tears
C Dm F Am
To a funeral drone of Calico,
Em Am
'neath a cross of twenty years.
[Outro]
Dm F Am
To a funeral drone of Calico,
Em Am
'neath a cross of twenty years.
Townes Van Zandt
capo: 4th fret
Am Dm Am
Well she had twenty years when she turned to her mother
Dm Am
Sayin', "Mother I know that you'll grieve,
C Dm F Am
but I've given my soul to St. John The Gambler
C Am
Tomorrow comes time to leave.
Dm Am
Well the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever
Dm Am
Dead men lie deep 'round my door,
C Dm F Am
of the only salvation that's mine for the askin'
Em Am
So mother think on me no more."
Dm Am
The winter howled high 'round the mountain's breast,
Dm Am
and the cold of a thousand snows
C Dm F Am
Lay heaped upon the forest sleep.
C Am
She dressed in Calico.
Dm Am
For a gambler likes his women fancy,
Dm Am
fancy she would be
C Dm F Am
And the fires of her longing would keep 'way the cold,
Em Am
and her dress was a sight to see.
Dm Am
But the road was long beneath her feet,
Dm Am
she followed her frozen breath
C Dm F Am
In search of a certain St. John The Gambler,
C Am
stumbled to her death.
Dm Am
And she heard his laughter right down from the mountain,
Dm Am
and it danced with her mother's tears
C Dm F Am
To a funeral drone of Calico,
Em Am
'neath a cross of twenty years.
[Outro]
Dm F Am
To a funeral drone of Calico,
Em Am
'neath a cross of twenty years.
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