G * = Open D shape on the 7th fret.  That’s how Townes played it.
E|-----7---------------|
B|-----8---------------|
G|-----7---------------|
D|-----0---------------|
A|-----x---------------|
E|-----x---------------|

[Verse]
G *         D
Won't say I love you babe
G *          D
Won't say I need you babe
D                A
But I'm going to get you babe
        G               D
and I will not do you wrong

G *             D
Living's mostly wasting time
G *             D
and I waste my share of mine
D               A
but it never feels too good
   G                    D
so let's not take too long

[Chorus]
        G       D               G       A
You're soft as glass, and I'm a gentle man
D                 A
we got the sky to talk about
        G            D
and the world to lie upon
 
[Verse]
G *           D      
Days up and down they come
G *            D
like rain on a conga drum
D            A
forget most, remember some
    G              D
but don't turn none away.

G *           D
Everything is not enough
G *            D
nothing is too much to bear
D                 A
where you been is good and gone
        G                  D
all you keep's the getting there.

[Chorus]
   G          D    G       A
To live is to fly, low and high
D                     A
so shake the dust off of your wings
        G                 D
and the sleep out of your eyes.

[Verse]
G *             D
It's goodbye to all my friends
G *          D
It's time to go again
D                A
Think of all the poetry
        G                D
and the pickin' down the line.

G *           D
I'll miss the system here
G *                      D
the bottom's low and the treble's clear
D                   A
but it don't pay to think too much
       G                D
on the things you leave behind.

[Chorus]
     G   D        G          A
I may be gone but I won't be long
D                         A
I'll be bringing back the melody
        G             D
and the rhythm that I find.

[Verse]
G *        D
We all got holes to fill
G *             D
and them holes are all that's real
D                A
some fall on you like a storm
    G                  D
sometimes you dig your own

G *               D
But the choice is yours to make
G *             D
And the time is yours to take
D         A
some dive into the sea
     G             D
some toil upon the stone.

[Chorus]
   G          D    G       A
To live is to fly, low and high
D                     A
so shake the dust off of your wings
        G                 D
and the sleep out of your eyes
D                     A
so shake the dust off of your wings
        G                 D
and the tears out of your eyes