E           A      E              A
I am an old woman, named after my mother.
E              A       D                  E
My old man is another, child that's grown old.
               A       E                    A
If dreams were thunder, and lightning was desire
E                       A             D          E
this old house would've burnt down, a long time ago.

           D          A              E
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery.
          D            A       E
Make me a poster of an old rodeo.
             D              A          E
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to.
                   D                A           E  A  E  A
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.


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

wa'n't much to look at, just a free ramblin' man.

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

the years just flow by like a broken-down dam.

           D          A              E
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery.
          D            A       E
Make me a poster of an old rodeo.
             D              A          E
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to.
                   D                A           E  A  E  A
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.


There's flies in the kitchen, I can hear all their buzzin'

but I ain't done nothin' since I woke up today.

I am kind of person goes to work in the morning

come home in the evenin' and have nothin' to say.

           D          A              E
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery.
          D            A       E
Make me a poster of an old rodeo.
             D              A          E
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to.
                   D                A           E  A  E  A
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.
                   D                A           E
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.

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