Wings Of An Angel

#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
#

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