Angel From Montgomery - John Prine

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ANGEL FROM MONTGOMERY 

[Verse 1]
            
I am an old wo

             
man named afte

     
r my mother.
             
My old man is 

            
another child 

             
that's grown o

ld.
              
If dreams were

             
 lightning and

             
 thunder were 

  
desire
             
this old house

             
 would've burn

             
t down a long 

     
time ago.

[Chorus]
            
Make me an ang

             
el that flies 

     
from Montgomer

y.
             
Make me a post

             
er of an old r

   
odeo.
             
Just give me o

              
ne thing that 

          
I can hold on 

to.
              
To believe in 

             
this living is

             
 just a hard w

                   
ay to go.

[Verse 2]
            
When I was a y

             
oung girl I ha

       
d me a cowboy,
             
He wa'rn't muc

             
h to look at, 

             
just a free ra

       
mblin' man.
              
But that was a

            
 long time, an

              
d no matter ho

  
w I try,
             
the years just

             
 flow by like 

             
a broken-down 


dam.

[Chorus]
            
Make me an ang

             
el that flies 

     
from Montgomer

y.
             
Make me a post

             
er of an old r

   
odeo.
             
Just give me o

              
ne thing that 

          
I can hold on 

to.
              
To believe in 

             
this living is

             
 just a hard w

                   
ay to go.

[Verse 3]
             
There's flies 

             
in the kitchen

             
, I can hear a

         
ll their buzzi

n'
             
but I ain't do

             
ne nothin' sin

             
ce I woke up t

 
oday.
              
But how the he

             
ll can a perso

             
n go to work i

      
n the morning
             
come home in t

             
he evenin' and

             
 have nothin' 

   
to say?

[Chorus]
            
Make me an ang

             
el that flies 

         
from Montgomer

y.
             
Make me a post

             
er of an old r

   
odeo.
             
Just give me o

              
ne thing that 

          
I can hold on 

to.
              
To believe in 

             
this living is

             
 just a hard w

                   
ay to go.