| 1974 |
| Intro: G |
| G | |
| Well now I'm in love with a fast-movin' angel |
| C | D | G | |
| Dresses like the | city girls | do |
| C | D | G | Em | |
| When we're a | part there's no | ache in my | heart |
| C | D | G | |
| When we're to | gether we're a | hell of a | crew |
| Chorus: |
| C | D | G | |
| And | I got | presents to | send you |
| C | D | Em | |
| Even got | money to | lend you |
| C | D | G | |
| But honey | I can never | ever pre | tend |
| D | |
| You're not there on my | mind |
| There sits a fifth of Tequila |
| God I swore I'd never drink it again |
| But my last little bout I had my hair pulled out |
| By a man who really wasn't my friend |
| And I know I'll never see him again |
| (Repeat chorus) |
| F | C | G | |
| Yeah, I | thought I might | sail down to | Bridgetown |
| F | C | G | |
| Spend some | time in the | Barbados | sun |
| F | C | |
| But my | plans took a skid when I | smoked a whole lid |
| A7 | D | |
| Wound up where I'd beg | un |
| (Repeat chorus) |
| (instrumental) |
| (Repeat chorus) |
| Enjoy! |