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C               D                C 
I shot an angel with my father’s rifle 
              D                  C 
I should have set it free, but I let it bleed 
        D        C              D         C 
Made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall  
      D    
On my wall 

C    D 
      
C                D             C 
I shot an angel, kept it in my backyard 
        D                 C 
Hung it out to dry on the clothing line 
       D                     C 
Pinned above my bed like the cross 
         D     C   D      
Of Jesus Christ on my wall 

C    D 


[Refrão]

           C                D              G 
And I know one day hell will catch up with me 
        C                D          G 
And I’m sure that I will burn eternally 
        C               D                  G 
One day it will come to claim its pound of flesh 
          C                    D        G 
When it’s done, there won’t be anything left 


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C                D                C 
I shot an angel, dragged it to my basement 
           D                  C          D 
Starved it till it died and I did not cry 
C        D            G 
Sickness of poacher’s pride