Tom: C
Introdução: C Am G F G
C Am
Every sunday in my momma's church
F G
I'd sneak some money out of momma's purse
C Am
While she was praying I would slip away
F G
Down at the pool hall I'd play all day
C Am
I'd meet her home and she'd just shake her head
F G
Your fluffing pillows on the devil's bed
C Am
I'd say mom I know just how you feel
F G
But I made enough to cover all our bills
F G
To bad for heaven and to good for hell
C Am
Little wings are better than big tails
F G
I don't expect to sit at god's right hand
C Am F
I could empty heavens garbage cans whoa ohh
F G C
Hope their is room on those golden streets
F G C
For stray dogs and alley cats like me
C Am
If they won't let me in the big front gate
F G
Maybe I can go in the backway
C Am
I know my halo wouldn't shine real bright
F G
But it would get me through the clouds at night
C Am
And I don't care if I'm the last to sing
F G
Ref I've got the smallest set of wings
C Am
I'd watch those little devil's down on earth
F G
And follow them when they'd sneak out of church
Chorus