Sweet Angeline - Mott The Hoople.

Ian Hunter.

Power chords work best for this one...

Intro:
G (320003@1)  G (320003@1)  G (320003@1)  G (320003@1)name="chord_320003@1">G    G (320003@1)  G (320003@1)  G (320003@1)name="chord_320003@1">G    C (x32010@1)  G (320003@1)  C (x32010@1)Verse:
G (320003@1)                           C (x32010@1)              DOh (xx0232@1)Angeline, I love you, your mouth is like a sting
     Em (022000@1)            Bm (x24432@1)              C (x32010@1)            Dand (xx0232@1)when I close my eyes each night I often hear you sing
G (320003@1)                             C (x32010@1)             DImagination's (xx0232@1)hidden book, you wrote it on the wing
     Em (022000@1)            Bm (x24432@1)              C (x32010@1)               DAnd (xx0232@1)when I vowed to comfort you, you swallowed everything.

Chorus:
G (320003@1)        CAngeline, (x32010@1)oh my Angeline
C (x32010@1)                G (320003@1)         Am (x02210@1)             DMy (xx0232@1)sweet Angeline - you have rendered me unseen
Em (022000@1)          C (x32010@1)                    D (xx0232@1)        G (320003@1)   CI (x32010@1)would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen

Verse:

Well your body it is broken in so many different ways
And when I stoop to find your head, well it disappeared in haze
Your blood flows like the finest wine - the kiss of Burgundy
And where it comes from, no one knows, but where its going I can't see

Chorus:

Angeline, oh my Angeline
My sweet Angeline - you have rendered me unseen
I would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen

Guitar Solo:

G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1)name="chord_320003@1">G   C (x32010@1) D (xx0232@1) Em (022000@1) Bm (x24432@1) C (x32010@1) D (xx0232@1)name="chord_320003@1">G   C (x32010@1) D (xx0232@1) Em (022000@1) Bm (x24432@1) C (x32010@1) D (xx0232@1)Chorus:

Angeline, oh my Angeline
My sweet Angeline - you have rendered me unseen
I would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen

Verse:

And your crystal coloured cardboard bins - attack me from the paint
and I think I'm getting lost, among the swollen states
Oh rescue me, or bury me, for I care not what you do
There is one thing that I want to say - well am I really you?

Chorus:

Angeline, oh my Angeline
My sweet Angeline - you have rendered me unseen
I would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen


Andrew Jones. 2000.