Angel from Montgomery - John Prine - 33 bpm

[D]I am an old [G]woman [D]named after my [G]mother
[D]My old man is a[G]nother [A]child that's grown [D]old
[D]If dreams were [G]thunder [D]lightning was de[G]sire
[D]This old house would have [G]burnt down a [A]long time ag[D]o

	[D]Make me an [C]angel that [G]flies from Mont[D]gomery
	[D]Make me a [C]poster of an [G]old rode[D]o
	[D]Just give me [C]one thing that [G]I can hold [D]on to
	[D]To believe in this [C]living is just a [G]hard way to [D]go

[D]When I was a [G]young girl well, [D]I had me a [G]cowboy
[D]He weren't much to [G]look at, just [A]free rambling [G]man
[D]But that was a [G]long time and [D]no matter how I [G]try
[D]The years just [G]flow by like a [A]broken down [::17::D]dam.


[D]There's flies in the [G]kitchen [D]I can hear 'em there [G]buzzing
[D]And I ain't done [G]nothing since I [A]woke up to[D]day.
[D]How the hell can a [G]person [D]go to work in the [G]morning
[D]And come home in the [G]evening and have [A]nothing to [::17::D]say.