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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.
G D G

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.
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-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.

Added by Rodger, Bangor Ukes Oct 24

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