Tom: D D F Oh Angelina, Angelina was a friend of mine D F She used to listen to my chords and ripple: “heaven seams fine” D F Oh, Angelina, they said you are just a bag which matches shoes D F But you are the one who listens to my claming blues D F Oh, Angelina, Angelina was always by my side, D F She can take mountains they would call too wide D F Not too wide for Angelina cause she never criticize my acts D F No, not my Angelina, she’ll never analyze the facts D F Oh, Angelina, she keeps my most secret colors, D F But she won’t give anyone my zero dot fifty dollars D F And if I need something, I can count on Angelina’s mind D F Cause inside her there is always what I wanna find D F Oh, Angelina, she carries things behind my back D F And she doesn’t claim my harmonicas are out of whack.