Bob Dylan – Three Angels (Guitar)

F
  Three angels up above the street

C
  Each one playing a horn

Dm
  Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out

G
  They’ve been there since Christmas morn

Gb F
     The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash

C
  Then a lady in a bright orange dress

Dm
   One U-Haul trailer, a truck with no wheels

G
  The Tenth Avenue bus going west

Gb F
     The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around

C
  A man with a badge skips by

Dm
   Three fellas crawlin’ on their way back to work

 G
Nobody stops to ask why

Gb F
     The bakery truck stops outside of that fence

C
  Where the angels stand high on their poles

Dm
   The driver peeks out trying to find one face

G
  In this concrete world full of souls

Gb F
     The angels play on their horns all day

C
  The whole earth in progression seems to pass by

Dm
   But does anyone hear the music they play

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   Does anyone even try?