I am an old wom (A)an

named af ter my moth (A)er,

my old man is an (A)oth er

(B)child that’s grown old.

If dreams were (A)thun der

and light ning was de si (A)re,

this old house would ’ve (A)burned down a (B)long time a go.

Make me an an gel that (A)flies from Mont gom ’ry,

make me a post er of an (A)old ro de o.

Just give me one thing that (A)I can hold on to.

To be lieve in this (A)liv in’ is just a hard way (E)to go.

When I was a young girl,

well, I had me a cow (A)boy.

He weren’t much to look (A)at,

just a (B)free ram blin’ (E)man.

But that was a long

time, and no mat ter how (A)I try,

those years just (A)flow by like a (B)bro ken down (E)dam.

hard (G)way to (E)go.

There’s flies in the (A)kitch en,

I can hear ’em there buzz (A)in’,

and I ain’t done noth (A)in’ since I (B7)woke up to day.

How the hell (A)can a per son

go to work in the morn (A)in’

and come home in the (A)eve nin’ and have (B7)noth ing to say?

Make me an an gel that (A)flies from Mont gom ’ry,

make me a post er of an (A)old ro de o.

Just give me one thing that (A)I can hold on to.

To be lieve in this (A)liv in’ is just a hard way (E)to go.

To be lieve in this (A)liv in’ is just a hard way to (E)go.