Angel from Montgomery - John Prine - 33 bpm

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I am an old 
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woman 
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named after my 
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mother

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My old man is a
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nother 
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child that's grown 
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old

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If dreams were 
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thunder 
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lightning was de
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sire

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This old house would have 
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burnt down a 
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long time ag
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o

	
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Make me an 
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angel that 
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flies from Mont
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gomery

	
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Make me a 
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poster of an 
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old rode
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o

	
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Just give me 
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one thing that 
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I can hold 
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on to

	
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To believe in this 
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living is just a 
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hard way to 
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go

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When I was a 
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young girl well, 
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I had me a 
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cowboy

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He weren't much to 
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look at, just 
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free rambling 
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man

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But that was a 
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long time and 
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no matter how I 
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try

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The years just 
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flow by like a 
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broken down 
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dam.

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There's flies in the 
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kitchen 
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I can hear 'em there 
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buzzing

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And I ain't done 
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nothing since I 
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woke up to
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day.

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How the hell can a 
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person 
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go to work in the 
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morning

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And come home in the 
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evening and have 
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nothing to 
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say.