CAngel From Montgomery, John Prine
C F C F
I am an old woman named after my mother
C F G C
My old man is another child that’s grown old
C F C F
If dreams were lightning, and thunder were desire
C F G C
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago
C Bb F C
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
C Bb F C
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
C G F C
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
C F G C (Bb, F, C – END)
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
When I was a young girl, I had me a cowboy.
Weren’t much to look at, just free rambling man.
But that was a long time, and no matter how I tried,
The years just flowed by, like a broken down dam.
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There’s flies in the kitchen, I can hear ’em in there buzzing,
I ain’t done nothing, since I woke up today.
How the hell can a person, go to work in the morning,
Come home in the evening, and have nothing to say?
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