Bob Dylan - Three angels

^FThree angels up above the street ^CEach one playing a horn ^DmDressed in green robes with wings that stick out ^GThey’ve been there since Christmas morn

^FThe wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash ^CThen a lady in a bright orange dress ^DmOne U-Haul trailer a truck with no wheels ^GThe Tenth Avenue bus going west

^FThe dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around ^CA man with a badge skips by ^DmThree fellas crawlin’ on their way back to work ^GNobody stops to ask why

^FThe bakery truck stops outside of that fence ^CWhere the angels stand high on their poles ^DmThe driver peeks out trying to find one face ^GIn this concrete world full of souls

^FThe angels play on their horns all day ^CThe whole earth in progression seems to pass by ^DmBut does anyone hear the music they play ^GDoes anyone even try?