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From: gilley@panam1.panam.edu
Performer: The Judds
Words and music: Naomi Judd, John Jarvis, and Don Schlitz
Sent by: Sandra......"gilley@panam.edu"


+ Optional, capo on 1st fret. 
C(9)- X32013\


			Guardian Angels


G                                   C
A hundred year old photograph stares out from a frame
G                                           D
And if you look real close you'll see, our eyes are just the same
G                                   C                 C(9)
I never met them face to face but I still know them well
G                        D              G
From the stories my dear grandma-ma tells

G                              C
Elijah was a farmer he knew how to make things grow
    G                                  D
And Fanny vowed she'd follow him where ever he would go
   G                                        C               C(9)
As things turned out they never left their small Kentucky farm
G                       D             G
But he kept her fed and she kept him warm


Chorus:
G           D        C         G                D
They're my guardian angels and I know they can see
G                Em         C               D
Every step I take they are watching over me
            G              C             G                 C
I might not know where I'm going but I'm sure where I come from
           G          C   C(9)      D             G
They're my guardian angels, and I'm their special one


G                                C
Sometimes when I'm tired I feel Elijah take my arm
G                                          D
He says, "People doing hard work never did a body harm"
G                                        C             C(9)
And when I'm really troubled and I don't know what to do
G                     C                   D              G
Fanny whispers, "Just do your best, we're awful proud of you"


Repeat Chorus

Instrumental   G D C G C D G
 
G                                   C
A hundred year old photograph stares out from a frame

G {stop and let the chord ring}
And if you look real close you'll see our eyes are just the same


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