|  D  |  A  |  Bm |  Bm |  G  |  G  |  D  |  A  |
|  D  |  A  |  Bm |  Bm |  G  |  G  |  D  |  A  |

[Verse 1]
  D            D              Bm           Bm
I smoke when I drink, I wanna drink when I think about
G          G            D     A
All of the pain in this world
  D           D                 Bm          Bm
I cuss like a sailor, I fuckin' feel like a failure
           G             G               D      A
I play the guitar pretty good for a girl

[Bridge]
          F#m       F#m         G        G
Ooh, well I must confess, I'm a bit of a mess
          D          D           A
Just like most of us walking the earth

[Chorus]
         A           G    G       G             G         D   D
But then he calls me an---gel; It makes me feel like I am a---ble
   D          D            G    G
To lay all my cards on the ta---ble
    G                   G         D
The sweetest thing that I've ever heard
     D                A      A        D
That one little word. . . He calls me angel

[Interlude]
|  A  |  Bm |  Bm |  G  |  G  |  D  |  A  |

[Verse 2]
    D           D              Bm     Bm
I'm jealous and jaded, and I'm opinionated
    G           G             D      A
I'm damned if I don't or if I do
        D             D     Bm            Bm
Oh, and sometimes I'm lazy, sometimes I'm crazy
           G            G            D      A
Oh, I make plans then I don't follow through

[Bridge]
         F#m      F#m            G           G
When I'm over the line, which is most of the time
         D           D             A
He holds tight and I start letting go

[Chorus]
     A           G    G       G             G    Bm        D   D
Then he calls me an---gel; He makes me feel like. . . I am a---ble
   D          D     Em          G    G
To lay all my cards. . . on the ta---ble
        G                   G         D
Oh, the sweetest thing that I've ever heard. . .
     D                A
That one little word. . .

[Verse 3]
A            Bm   A       G
Oh, when I'm ugly cryin' again at the bar
G         D          D                  A
Oh, swing low, sweet whiskey, swing low
A      F#m   Bm       D            E    E E     E
When I can't bear the weight of my ow---n heavy heart
        G            G        A    A5    A
Then he comes for to carry me home

[Chorus]
     A           G      G
Then he calls me angel
   G             A              A                  D
He says, "You're pretty, you're strong, and you're able
    D                 D
So, lay it all on me, baby
           D                 G    G
‘Cause you will always be my an---gel"

[Outro]
   G                    Bm D   D      D          D     Bm     G    G
He makes me feel like I am a---ble to lay all my cards on the ta---ble
        G                   G         D
Oh, the sweetest thing that I've ever heard
     D          A     A               D
That one little word. . . He calls me angel