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Angel From Montgomery

John Prine
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
I  am an old woman named  after my mother.
My  old man is another child  that's grown old.
 If dreams were thunder  and lightning was desire
this  old house would've burnt  down a long  time ago.
Make  me an angel  that flies  from 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.
 (repeat chorus)
 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?
 (repeat chorus)
 To believe in this living  is just a hard  way to go.

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Readable chord sheet for Angel From Montgomery by John Prine

[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]thunder[G] and lightning was 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 [C]an 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]

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.

(repeat chorus)

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?

(repeat chorus)
To believe in this [F]living is just a [C]hard way to [G]go.

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