Chords for tom pacheco angel

_ You know, on this _ Memorial Day weekend, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ we honor all of our fallen _ _ _ soldiers, _ _ all the
wars, _ _ you know, a lot of soldiers coming back from these recent wars. _
_ _ _ History shows [C] what has been going on for every single one of the _ centuries starting _ _ from
the shelter. _ _ _
_ _ I [G] _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
never thought much of [B] [G] Angel's Car _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [F] when I [F#] hear it rumbling down [F] Prospect Boulevard.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ It was the Ford Fairlane that [B] had seen [G] its best days, _ _ [A] all rust and [Am] smoke and dents _ _ [Fm] with unresponsive brakes.
_ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ It had a top [F] that leaked _ _ [G] whenever it did rain _ with [C] _ moldy _ magazines, _ _ [F] _ backseat black with stains.
_ _ _ [C] _ _
But Angel was my friend.
[G] _ _ _
Friends never ask any [C] questions. _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
I never knew a lot of [B] what [G] Angel did, _ _ _ _ _ [A] how [Am] he paid his bills, or [F] exactly where he lived.
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ He'd just show up at my house with [B] a case of Miller [G] beer _ _ and a [Am] stack of blues CDs _ _ [F] that
he wanted me to hear.
_ _ _ _ He had a tattoo of a cobra and [G] sword on his right arm.
_ _ [C] He told me one hot night he [F] got in Vietnam.
_ _ _ [C] _ _ But Angel was my friend.
_ [G] _ _
Friends never ask [C] any questions. _
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
Angel had a deep scar [G] where his beard did grow.
_ _ _ [A] _ [Am] And just like me, he [F] was a Scorpio. _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ His hair was long and black [G] on a pony tail down his back.
_ _ _ [A] He [Am] wore a biker jacket that [Fm] was ripped and lined with cracks.
_ [Dm] He _ had the [F] saddest eyes that could [G] look so far away, like [C] a hellhound chased his soul
[F] every night and every day.
[C] _ _ _
But Angel was my friend.
[G] _ _ _
Friends never ask [C] any questions.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ There was some time in the autumn, [B] there was [G]
color in the trees.
_ _ [Am] I heard him knocking on my door, and [F] I saw three state police.
_ _ [C] _
Are you a friend of Angel's, [Bm] one said as he touched [G] his gun?
_ _ _ [A] I said, of course [Am] I am.
Can you tell me exactly [Fm] what he's done?
_ _ [C] _ _ He [Dm] tried to rob a 7-Eleven right [G] at 4 a.m. last night.
[C] _ The security camera caught him _ _ [F] _ squarely in sight.
_ _ _ [C] _ _
But Angel was my friend.
[G] _ _
Friends never answer [C] any questions.
_ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [C] Fat cop said he dropped a [B] toy gun on [G] the floor.
_ _ I [A] guess he [Am] never expected there'd be a [F] real one in the store.
_ _ _ _ [C] The manager, he shot twice.
He must have [Bm] hit that [G] thug.
_ _ _ _ [A] Angel [Am] left behind him his [F] own dark trail of blood.
_ _ _ He took off in a Ford Fairlane into [G] the rain and wind.
_ _ And if [C] you know where he is, you better tell us.
There's an [Am] all-points [F] _
bulletin.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ Angel was my friend.
_ [G] _ Friends never answer any [C] questions. _ _
_ [F] _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [Em] _ [G] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ They found him in the forest.
_ It appeared [G] he bled to death.
_ [F#m] In the [Am] front seat by the steering wheel [F] with a note to me that read,
_ _ _ _ [C] _ I'll leave you all my possessions, [G] including your favorite car.
_ My [A] silver star from [Am] Vietnam.
_ _ My [F] degree from Harvard Law.
_ _ _ _ [Dm] I never could get my life together [G] after Saigon had seen.
_ And [C] these last 30 years, _ they [F] all passed by like a dream.
_ _ [C] _ _
But you were always my friend.
[G] _ _
And you never asked me [C] any questions. _
_ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [N] _ _