(C) 2006, Emmett A. "Pappaw" West
Written years ago. He recorded this when he was 75. The pitch is wrong for me, so I've changed 
the key.

/Chyntt

         [G]                                 [C]                       [G]
From the love of a beautiful angel; / From a heart that would never be cruel;
         [C]                    [G]         [D]               [G]
From the warm loving arms of an angel; / to this destiny of a fool.

I left my hometown for a city / the bright lights and big-city life.
I left a girl with tears in her eyes, / A girl that should be my wife.

From the love of a beautiful woman; / From a heart that would never be cruel;
From the warm loving arms of someone who cares; / To this destiny of a fool.

Now I'm cold and broke and I'm lonely. / There's no one that I can talk to.
But a reaper must harvest that which he sows, / and I've sown the seeds of a fool.

From the love of a beautiful angel; / From a heart that would never be cruel;
From the warm loving arms of a sweet loving girl; / To this destiny of a fool.