Angel From Montgomery - John Prine
[D] I am an old [G] woman [D] named after my [G] mother.
[D] My old man is a-[G]nother [A] child that's grown [D] old.
If dreams were [G] thunder [D] and lightning was de-[G]sire
[D] this old house would've [G] burnt down a [A] long time a-[D]go.
[D] Make me an [C] angel that [G] flies from Mont-[D]gomery.
Make me a [C] poster of [G] an old rode-[D]o.
Just give me [C] one thing that [G] I can hold [D] on to.
To believe in this [G] living is just a [A] hard way to [D] go.
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[D] When I was a young [G] girl [D] I had me [G] a cowboy,
[D] wasn't much to [G] look at, [A] just a free rambl-in' [D] man.
But that was a [G] long time, and [D] no matter how [G] I try,
[D] the years just flow [G] by like a [A] broken down [D] dam.
[D] Make me an [C] angel that [G] flies from Mont-[D]gomery.
Make me a [C] poster of [G] an old rode-[D]o.
Just give me [C] one thing that [G] I can hold [D] on to.
To believe in this [G] living is just a [A] hard way to [D] go.
[G] [D] [G]
[D] There's flies [G] in the [D] kitchen, I can [G] hear all their buzzin'
[D] but I ain't done [G] nothin' since I [A] woke up to-[D]day.
But how the hell [G] can a person go to [D] work in the [G] morning
[D] come home in the [G] evenin' and have nothin' [A] to say? [D]
[D] Make me an [C] angel that [G] flies from Mont-[D]gomery.
Make me a [C] poster of [G] an old rode-[D]o.
Just give me [C] one thing that [G] I can hold [D] on to.
To believe in this [G] living is just a [A] hard way to [D] go.
To believe in this [G] living is just a [A] hard way to [D] go.
(Added by Rodger, Bangor Ukes Oct 24)
Angel From Montgomery [D]John Prine
D I am an old G woman D named after my G mother. D My old man is a-Gnother A child that's grown D old. If dreams were G thunder D and lightning was de-Gsire D this old house would've G burnt down a A long time a-Dgo.
D Make me an C angel that G flies from Mont-Dgomery. Make me a C poster of G an old rode-Do. Just give me C one thing that G I can hold D on to. To believe in this G living is just a A hard way to D go. GDG
D When I was a young G girl D I had me G a cowboy, D wasn't much to G look at, A just a free rambl-in' D man. But that was a G long time, and D no matter how G I try, D the years just flow G by like a A broken down D dam.
D Make me an C angel that G flies from Mont-Dgomery. Make me a C poster of G an old rode-Do. Just give me C one thing that G I can hold D on to. To believe in this G living is just a A hard way to D go. GDG
D There's flies G in the D kitchen, I can G hear all their buzzin' D but I ain't done G nothin' since I A woke up to-Dday. But how the hell G can a person go to D work in the G morning D come home in the G evenin' and have nothin' A to say? D
D Make me an C angel that G flies from Mont-Dgomery. Make me a C poster of G an old rode-Do. Just give me C one thing that G I can hold D on to. To believe in this G living is just a A hard way to D go. To believe in this G living is just a A hard way to D go.