Those Final Feet
Date: Wed, 09 Sep 1998 11:13:54 -0500 From: firstname.lastname@example.org (Brian Davies) Subject: c/cowboy_junkies/those_final_feet.crd THOSE FINAL FEET by the Cowboy Junkies Transcribed by Brian Davies Comments & corrections to email@example.com More of my guitar music can be found at: http://www.ils.nwu.edu/~davies/ [G] [Am] [C] [G] [G] [Am] [C] [G] [G] Place my body on the [Am] funeral pyre, [C] cut it loose to float down[G]stream. [G] Leave it frozen on a [Am] mountain top, [C] suspend it high to be picked [G] clean. You said [D] never to grow [C] old, but you for[G]got to tell me how. [G] You said [D] never to grow [C] old and then sank your [G] teeth into those final feet. [G] [G] Last night I dreamt of [Am] owls at my window. [C] I knew that time was winding [G] down. [G] Turned to tell you [Am] of my premonition, [C] changed my mind and lay back [G] down. Chorus [G] No sense wasting the [Am] time you got, [C] you got to walk down every [G] road. [G] No sense pretending that you're [Am] what you're not, [C] when you got to shoulder every [G] load. Chorus [G] [Am] [C] [G] [G] [Am] Cut it [C] loose, cut it loose, cut it [G] loose Chorus [G] Those final feet.