Written by John Prine
G C G C I am an old woman named after my mother. G C D7 G My old man is another child that's grown old. G C G C If dreams were lightning and thunder were desire. G C D7 G This old house would've burnt down a long time agoWhen I was a young girl, well. I had me a cowboy. He weren'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. Chorus There's flies in the kitchen, I can hear em, them buzzin' But I ain't done nothin' since I woke up today. How the hell can a person go to work in the morning, Come home in the evening and have nothin' to say? ChorusF C G Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery. F C G Make me a poster of an old rodeo. F C G Just give me one thing that I can hold on to C D7 G To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.
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