Angel Jamey Johnson [D]The voice on the telephone so[G]unds awful angry [A]and somehow it doesnt fit i[D]n [D]The face in the picture I k[G]eep on my dresser [A]of a girl I once called my best fr[D]iend [D]We drank from the fountain of goo[G]d times and dreaming [A]but lawyers have poisoned the wel[D]l [D]and as are love is dyin there ma[G]kin a killin [A]off of heartache and furniture sa[D]les And the l[G]ine between evil and good dis[Bm]apear and [C]now its so hard to tel[A]l am I sha[D]ki (chordiearchive.chordie.com)