Alan Jackson - Everything but the wings

^CIt’s hard to ^Amdescribe ^Fyou’re lik^Ge nothing I’ve e^Cver known in^Am my life ^Ftime is ^Gflowing from down d^Ceep inside your eyes ^Fso selfness and c^Gomplete

^CYour beauty in and^Am out ^Fall ar^Gound you not a^C single clo^Amud ^Flike the rain just ^Gstops before it^C hits the ^Amground ^Fand puddles at your ^Gfeet

You’r^Ce an^Am angel ^FI know h^Geaven wonders w^Chere you ^Amare ^Flike you ^Gfell of some old ^Cshi^C/Bning st^Amar ^Friding to my^G heart an ^Cang^Amel, ^Fwhen I??^G?m with you I feel^C like a^Am king ^Fjust like ^Gout of some old ^Cmov^C/Bie sce^Amne ^Gan an^Fgel, e^Gverything but the ^Cwings

^CLooking at ^Amyou ^Fit’s hard t^Go believe that you co^Culd feel the wa^Amy I do ^Fnever thought I^G’d find so muc^Ch love we’re fal^Amling to ^For perfect or ^Gtrue ^Cso never go^Am away ^Fif heaven ^Gcalls you back if^C ask if you can^Am stay ^FI never ^Gfind someone ^Cto ever take your ^Amplace ^Fyou know they only made a^G few

You’re^C an ^Amangel ^FI know h^Geaven wonders ^Cwhere you ^Amare ^Flike you f^Gell of some old ^Cshi^C/Bning st^Amar ^Friding to my ^Gheart an ^Cang^Amel, ^Fwhen I’m^G with you I fee^Cl like ^Ama king ^Fjust like ^Gout of some ol^Cd m^C/Bovie s^Amcene ^Gan a^Fngel, e^Gverything but the ^Cwings

^{Am F G}Everything but the w^Cings, ^Aman an^Fgel, ^Geverything but the ^Cwings