From: Craig Alexander (cmalexa@acadcomp.cmp.ilstu.edu)

Angelina from the Bootleg Series (tune down half step)

Intro D (I believe)

G                               D
Well it's always been my nature to take chances 
A                          D
My right hand drawin' back while my left hand advances
G                           D        
Where the current is strong and the monkey dances
A
To the tune of a concertina
G                              D
Blood dryin' in my yellow hair as I go from shore to shore
A                              D
I know what it is that has drawn me to your door
G                        D
But whatever could it be makes you think you've seen me before          
A
Angelina
G D A
Oh Angelina
Oh Angelina

His eyes were two slits making a snake proud
With a face that any painter would paint as he walked through the crowd
Worshipping a God with the body of a woman well-endowed
And the head of a hyena

Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek
If you can read my mind why must I speak
Though I have heard nothin' about the man that you've seen
Angelina

Oh Angelina
Oh Angelina

In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode
The peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed
I was only followin' instructions when the judge sent me down the road
With your subpoena

When you cease to exist who will you blame
I tried my best to love ya but I cannot play this game
Your best friend and my worst enemy is one in the same
Angelina

Oh Angelina
Oh Angelina

There's a black Mercedes rollin' through the combat zone
Your servants are half dead you're down to the bone
Tell me tall man where would you like to be overthrown
In Jerusalem or Argentina

She was stolen from her mother when she was three days old
Now her vengence has been satisfied and her possessions have been sold
He's surrounded by God's angels and she's wearin' a blindfold
But so are you Angelina

Oh Angelina
Oh Angelina

I see pieces of men marchin' tryin' to take Heaven by force
I can see the unknown rider I can see the pale white horse
In God's Truth babe tell me what you want and you can have it of course
Just step into the arena

Lead a path of retreat up them spiral staircases
Past the tree of smoke past the angel with four faces
Begging God for mercy weepin' in unholy places
Angelina

Oh Angelina
Oh Angelina
Oh Angelina
Oh Angelina