Angel From Montgomery

G

I

am an old

C

woman

G

named

after my

C

mother.

G

My

old man is a

C

nother

D

child

that's grown

G

old.

If dreams were

C

lightning

and

G

thunder

were de

C

sire

G

this

old house would've

C

burnt

down a

D

long

time

G

ago.

G

Make

me an

F

angel

that

C

flies

from

G

Montgomery.

Make me a

F

poster

of an

C

old

rode

G

o.

Just give me

F

one

thing that

C

I

can hold

G

on

to.

To believe in this

F

living

is just a

C

hard

way to

G

go.

C

G

C

G

C

G

G

When

I was a

C

young

girl

G

I had me a

C

cowboy,

G

He

wa'rn't much to

C

look

at, just a

D

free

ramblin'

G

man.

But that was a

C

long time,

G

and no matter how

C

I

try,

G

the

years just

C

flow

by like a

D

broken-down

G

dam.

G

Make

me an

F

angel

that

C

flies

from

G

Montgomery.

Make me a

F

poster

of an

C

old

rode

G

o.

Just give me

F

one

thing that

C

I

can hold

G

on

to.

To believe in this

F

living

is just a

C

hard

way to

G

go.

C

G

C

G

C

G

G

There's

flies in the

C

kitchen

G

,

I can hear all their

C

buzzin'

G

but

I ain't done

C

nothin'

since I

D

woke

up to

G

day.

But how the hell can a

C

person

G

go to work in the

C

morning

G

come

home in the

C

evenin'

and have

D

nothin'

to

G

say?

G

Make

me an

F

angel

that

C

flies

from Mont

G

gomery.

Make me a

F

poster

of an

C

old

rode

G

o.

Just give me

F

one

thing that

C

I

can hold

G

on

to.

To believe in this

F

living

is just a

C

hard

way to

G

go.

C

G

C

C

G

C

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