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Angel From Montgomery 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.
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?
To believe in this [F]living is just a [C]hard way to [G]go.