Capo II
At My Window
Townes van Zandt / Townes van Zandt: Flyin' Shoes (1978)
| D | G | D | A | D | G | D | |
| At my window | watching the | sun go, | Hoping the | stars know | it's time to | shine. |
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| Daydreams - | aloft on | dark wings, | Soft as the | sun streams | at days de | cline. |
| A | G | D | |
| Living is sying | dying says nothing at | all. |
| A | G | D | |
| Babe and I are lying here | watching the evening | fall. |
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| Time flows - | through brave be | ginnings, | And leaves her | endings | beneath our | feet. |
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| Walk | lightly - | upon their | faces, | Leave gentle | traces | upon their | sleep. |
| Living is dancing dyin's doin' nothing at all. |
| Babe and I are lying here watching the evening fall. |
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| Three dimes - | hard luck and | good times, | Bad rhymes and | fine lines | not much to | say. |
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| Feel fine - | feel low and | lazy, | Feel grey and | hazy, | feel far | away. |
| Living ain't lying dying ain't flying so high. |
| Babe and I are wandrin' watching the day go by. |