Angola
Turnpike Troubadours


Intro:
G  D  C  G  (x2)

Verse 1:
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Well I was born in Bossier Parish, in Northern Louisian’
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Just a few miles south of Fillmore where my daddy owned some land
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And we were thick as a pair of thieves, my buddy Jack and me
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Drinkin’ beer and playin’ football, fishin’ on them creeks

Chorus:
       C                                   G
Oh but now my life it seems like some old country song you know
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Lord I just turned 21, and there’s no chance of parole
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And I’m doin’ life for murder, in this penitentiary
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Just a young man in Angola, seen the last of bein’ free

Solo:
G  D  C  G

Verse 2:
   G                       D
We graduated high school, back in ’98
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Tried to live the clean life, but the clean life didn’t pay
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Then a friend of a friend of a friend of ours had a way to make ends meet
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And he gave us a crash course, in southern chemistry

Chorus:
       C                                   G
Oh but now my life it seems like some old country song you know
        D                              C            G
Lord I just turned 21, and there’s no chance of parole
        C                               G
And I’m doin’ life for murder, in this penitentiary
       D                              C             G
Just a young man in Angola, seen the last of bein’ free

Solo:
G  D  C  G

Verse 3:
    G                                 D
And then one day it happened, and the wild men got the call
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And Jackie he’d been talkin’, with the local law
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They stuck him nearly fifty times and dumped him in the creek
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When the sheriff’s found the body, they pointed their bloody hands at me

             A                                C
And I got a tattoo on my shoulder, I got a number on my chest
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The tattoo just says “Hot”, and that’s the place I love the best, yeah

Outro:
G  D  C  G  (x3)