John Prine - Angel from montgomery

^GI am an old ^Cwoman na^Gmed after my mo^Cther ^GMy old man is an^Cother chi^Dld that's grown ^Gold ^GIf dreams were ^Cthunder ^Glightning was des^Cire ^GThis old house would have b^Curnt down a l^Dong time a^Ggo

^GMake me an a^Fngel that fl^Cies from montg^Gomery ^GMake me a p^Foster of an o^Cld rode^Go ^GJust give me o^Fne thing that ^CI can hold ^Gon to ^GTo believe in this l^Fiving is just a h^Dard way to ^Ggo

^GWhen I was a y^Coung girl well, I h^Gad me a c^Cowboy ^GHe weren't much to l^Cook at, just f^Dree rambling ^Gman ^GBut that was a long ^Ctime and ^Gno matter how ^CI try ^GThe years just f^Clow by like a b^Droken down ^Gdam.

^GMake me an a^Fngel that fl^Cies from montg^Gomery ^GMake me a p^Foster of an o^Cld rode^Go ^GJust give me o^Fne thing that ^CI can hold ^Gon to ^GTo believe in this l^Fiving is just a h^Dard way to ^Ggo

^GThere's flies in the k^Citchen I can h^Gear 'em there b^Cuzzing ^GAnd I ain't done n^Cothing since I w^Doke up ^Gtoday. ^GHow the hell can a p^Cerson ^Ggo to work in the ^Cmorning ^GAnd come home in the e^Cvening and have n^Dothing to ^Gsay?

^GMake me an a^Fngel that fl^Cies from montg^Gomery ^GMake me a p^Foster of an o^Cld rode^Go ^GJust give me o^Fne thing that ^CI can hold ^Gon to ^GTo believe in this l^Fiving is just a h^Dard way to ^Ggo