To Live Is To Fly (live at The Old Quarter)
Townes Van Zandt


**Note** I call this G(7f)*. On the verse, Townes slides up and down the neck between 
this and an open D chord.
It's a D shape open chord on the 7th fret.  Just play a D on the first 4 strings.

        6th   7th   8th
e-]]-----]--2--]-----]---|
b-]]-----]-----]--3--]---|
g-]]-----]--2--]-----]---|
d-]]-----]--0--]-----]---|
a-]]-----]--X--]-----]---|
E-]]-----]--X--]-----]---|

He also plays a little riff when going from G to D at end of the verse.

e-]-------------------2-|
b-]-------------------3-|
g-]---------------2---2-|
d-]--0-2-0----0---------|
a-]--------2------------|
E-]---------------------|


G(7f)        D
Wont say I love you babe,
G*          D
Wont say I need you babe,
D              A                  G                D
But I'm gonna get you babe, and I will not do you wrong.

G*               D
Livin's mostly wasting time,
G*               D
And I waste my share of mine,
D               A                G                   D
But it never feels too good, so let's don't take too long.
G                    D               G       A
Well you're soft as glass, and I'm a gentle man,
        D              A                   G            
D    A-G-riff-D
And we got the sky to talk about, and the world to lie upon.

G*            D              G*             D
Days up and down they come, like rain on a conga drum,
 D                A              G               D
Forget most, remember some but don't turn none away.

  G*           D              G*             D
Everything is not enough, and nothin' is too much to bear,
 D                    A                     G                 
  D
Where you've been is good and gone all you keep is the gettin' there.


CHORUS:
         G         D        G        A
Well to live is to fly, all low and high,
   D                  A
So shake the dust off of your wings,
        G                  D   A-G-riff-D
And the sleep out of your eyes.


It's good-bye to all my friends, it's time to go again,
I'll think of all the poetry, and the pickin' down the line.
I'll miss the system here, the bottom's low and the treble's clear,
But it don't pay to think too much on the things you leave behind.

CHORUS:
Well I may be gone, but it won't be long,
I'll be a-bringing back the melody, and the rhythm that I find.

We all got holes to fill, and them holes are all that's real,
And some fall on you like a storm, sometimes you dig your own.
The choice is yours to make, and time is yours to take,
Some dive into the sea some toil upon the stone.

FINAL CHORUS:
Well to live is to fly, all low and high,
So shake the dust off of your wings,
and the sleep out of you eyes.
Well shake the dust off of your wings,
And the tears out of your eyes...