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Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 08:04:13 +0100
From: Franz Schedl 
Subject: Mike Bloomfield

Wings Of An Angel
Mike Bloomfield

          G                     C
People if I had the wings of an angel,
     D                          G
Over these prison walls I would fly.
         G                      C
I'll fly back to the arms of my darling,
          D                        G
People in there I will stay till I die.

        G                           C
Lost my wife, lost my job, dear old mother,
          D                           G
People to just sit is me, here I'd to stay,
        G                         C
If it's cold and lonesome in this prison,
      D                           G
Oh my lord, I must broken, I must pay.

     G                           C
I am lost like a ship out on the ocean,
           D                      G
People I'm lost with my crew in a gale,
       G                         C
I'm in drunk and I shock my best body,
      D                          G
Man I must spend my life in this jail.

   G                     C
If I had the wings of an angel,
     D                          G
Over these prison walls I would fly.
         G                      C
I'll fly back to the arms of my darling,
              D                        G
And people in there I will stay till I die. Guitar!

     G                           C
I am lost like a ship out on the ocean,
           D                      G
People I'm lost with my crew in a gale,
       G                           C
I'm in drunk, lord I shock my best body,
      D                          G
Man I must spend my life in this jail.

G                        C
If I had the wings of an angel,
     D                          G
Over these prison walls I would fly.
     G                     C
I'll fly to the arms of my darling,
         D                        G
After in there I will stay till I die.

Fade out......

by Franz Felix Vienne/Austria