Angel From Montgomery

G I am an old C woman G named after my C mother.

G My old man is C another D child that's G grown old.

If dreams were thunder and lightning was desire

this old house would've burnt down a long time ago.

 

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G Make me an F angel that C flies from G Montgomery.

Make me a poster of an old rodeo.

Just give me one thing that I can hold on to.

To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.

 

When I was a young girl I had me a cowboy,

wa'n't much to look at, just a free ramblin' man.

But that was a long time, and no matter how I try,

the years just flow by like a broken-down dam.

 

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There's flies in the kitchen, I can hear all their buzzin'

but I ain't done nothin' since I woke up today.

But how the hell can a person go to work in the morning

come home in the evenin' and have nothin' to say?

 

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G To believe in this F living is just a C hard way to G go.