Mott The Hoople - Sweet Angeline
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Band name | Mott The Hoople |
Song name | Sweet Angeline |
Tab type | Chords |
Added | 06/02/2008 |
Size | 1.89 kb |
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Sweet Angeline - Mott The Hoople. Ian Hunter. Power chords work best for this one... Intro: G G G G G G G G G C G C Verse: G C D Oh Angeline, I love you, your mouth is like a sting Em Bm C D and when I close my eyes each night I often hear you sing G C D Imagination's hidden book, you wrote it on the wing Em Bm C D And when I vowed to comfort you, you swallowed everything. Chorus: G C Angeline, oh my Angeline C G Am D My sweet Angeline - you have rendered me unseen Em C D G C I would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen Verse: Well your body it is broken in so many different ways And when I stoop to find your head, well it disappeared in haze Your blood flows like the finest wine - the kiss of Burgundy And where it comes from, no one knows, but where its going I can't see Chorus: Angeline, oh my Angeline My sweet Angeline - you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen Guitar Solo: G C G C G C D Em Bm C D G C D Em Bm C D Chorus: Angeline, oh my Angeline My sweet Angeline - you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen Verse: And your crystal coloured cardboard bins - attack me from the paint and I think I'm getting lost, among the swollen states Oh rescue me, or bury me, for I care not what you do There is one thing that I want to say - well am I really you? Chorus: Angeline, oh my Angeline My sweet Angeline - you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen Andrew Jones. 2000.