Angel Lust
The Legendary Shack ShakersVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Like a Mississippi Windchime in the breeze
Danglin down from the sycamore tree.
Like a vessel of wrath shattered on the ground,
Old Judge Lynch dropped the hammer down.
Its dust to dust, to Angel Lust,
For St. Angeline. And youre mine.
Two Easters left in my Christmas plow.
I wouldnt take a dollar for my journey now.
They put the laughter in slaughter, the lie in believe
Cause my carbon footprint sinks six feet deep.
Its dust to dust, to Angel Lust,
For St. Angeline. And youre mine.
"no help here yet"
The LORD may condemn me but my baby forgives.
Shell meet me inside the final tent I pitch.
White water lillies in my funeral spray,
Showered on my baby like a fine bouquet.
Its dust to dust, to Angel Lust,
For St. Angeline. And youre mine.
So cast your useless sabres aside.
Make the Devil eat his hat and set your head on fire.
It all shakes out the same way in the end.
The meat slides out in the shape of the can.
Its dust to dust, to Angel Lust,
For St. Angeline. And youre mine.
Source: Songsterr · Rights holder? Request removal.
Readable chord sheet for Angel Lust by The Legendary Shack Shakers
[Am]Like a Mississippi Windchime [E]in the breeze Danglin down from the sycamore t[Am]ree. Like a vessel of wrath shattered on the g[E]round, Old Judge Lynch dropped the hammer [Am]down. Its dust to d[E]ust, to Angel L[Am]ust, For St. Angel[E]ine. And youre m[Am]ine. Two Easters left in my Christmas [E]plow. I wouldnt take a dollar for my journey [Am]now. They put the laughter in slaughter, the lie in b[E]elieve Cause my carbon footprint sinks six feet [Am]deep. Its dust to d[E]ust, to Angel L[Am]ust, For St. Angel[E]ine. And youre m[Am]ine. "no help here yet" The LORD may condemn me but my baby forg[E]ives. Shell meet me inside the final tent I pi[Am]tch. White water lillies in my funeral sp[E]ray, Showered on my baby like a fine bou[Am]quet. Its dust to d[E]ust, to Angel Lu[Am]st, For St. Angel[E]ine. And youre m[Am]ine. So cast your useless sabres as[E]ide. Make the Devil eat his hat and set your head on f[Am]ire. It all shakes out the same way in the [E]end. The meat slides out in the shape of the [Am]can. Its dust to d[E]ust, to Angel L[Am]ust, For St. Ange[E]line. And youre m[Am]ine.