Lyle Lovett - Ballad Of The Snow Leopard And The Tanqueray Cowboy Chords

[Intro]
D  C  Bm Bb D    (x2)
 
 
[Verse 1]
D                      C
  Comfort me, said she, with your conversation,
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With the cocktails and the candlelight in your eyes.
D                         C
  It's funny how we hunger for some inspiration,
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And everything else that money won’t buy.
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Men have lied, many good girls have gone astray
                       D                            A
Just to hear the gypsy play one more lilting cowboy tune,
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And as the rivers run dry and the mountains blow away,
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They sing of lovers and how they lay beneath this crazy frontier moon.
 
 
[Verse 2]
D                       C
  I ain't no golden boy, I ain’t no Grecian dancer,
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And I ain't no loudmouthed cowboy from the West.
D                        C
  I'm not the kind of man with all the answers,
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But I surely know the songs that suit me best.
D A    Bm              A               G
   But lately I've had something on my mind.
                              D                           A
It's growing stronger all the time, calling out when I’m alone,
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But I'm a poet and I’m bound to walk the line
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Between the real and the sublime, and give the muses back their own.
 
 
[Interlude]
D  C  Bm Bb D    (x2)
 
 
[Verse 3]
                               C
It's a penny for your thoughts. It’s a dollar for your kisses.
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  Keep a running tab  on the time, 'cause what I’ve got the most of
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  Is what she misses. The clock is hers, the hourglass is mine,
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But I'm her lover, not a man bent on revenge,
                        D                         A
Hanging out here on the fringe of my native borderlands,
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Counting the days the sun shone golden across her head,
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Lying on the banks of the bayou's edge,
                                A        D
Kicking up some Southeast Texas sand. Sand.
 
 
[Verse 4]
D                      C
  Comfort me, said she, with your conversation,
         Bm                Bb                  D
With the cocktails and the candlelight in your eyes.
D                         C
  It's funny how we hunger for some inspiration,
    Bm                   Bb               D
And everything else that money just won’t buy.
 
 
[Outro]
    Bm                   Bb               D
And everything else that money just won’t buy.
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And everything else that money just won’t...