Biografia:
The Cowboy Junkies é uma banda canadense de rock alternativo, com ênfase folk e country, formada em 1985 em Toronto, Canada, pelos irmãos Michael (guitarra), Peter (bateria) e Margo Timmins (vocal), além de Alan Anton (baixo).
O primeiro álbum da banda, Whites Off Earth, com uma forte inspiração blues, foi gravado na garagem dos Timmins e produzido pelo produtor canadense Peter Moore. Seu lançamendo se deu em 1986, o mesmo ano em que a banda saiu em turnê pelo sul dos Estados Unidos.
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Outras músicas:
- 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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