Tom: D
D F
Oh Angelina, Angelina was a friend of mine
D F
She used to listen to my chords and ripple: “heaven seams fine”
D F
Oh, Angelina, they said you are just a bag which matches shoes
D F
But you are the one who listens to my claming blues
D F
Oh, Angelina, Angelina was always by my side,
D F
She can take mountains they would call too wide
D F
Not too wide for Angelina cause she never criticize my acts
D F
No, not my Angelina, she’ll never analyze the facts
D F
Oh, Angelina, she keeps my most secret colors,
D F
But she won’t give anyone my zero dot fifty dollars
D F
And if I need something, I can count on Angelina’s mind
D F
Cause inside her there is always what I wanna find
D F
Oh, Angelina, she carries things behind my back
D F
And she doesn’t claim my harmonicas are out of whack.
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