C               D                C
I shot an angel with my father's rifle
              D                  C
I should have set it free, but I let it bleed
        D        C              D         C
Made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall 
      D
On my wall

( C  D )

C                D             C
I shot an angel, kept it in my backyard
        D                 C
Hung it out to dry on the clothing line
       D                     C
Pinned above my bed like the cross
         D     C   D
Of Jesus Christ on my wall

( C  D )

           C                D              G
And I know one day hell will catch up with me
        C                D          G
And I'm sure that I will burn eternally
        C               D                  G
One day it will come to claim its pound of flesh
          C                    D        G
When it's done, there won't be anything left

C                D                C
I shot an angel, dragged it to my basement
           D                  C          D
Starved it till it died and I did not cry
C        D            G
Sickness of poacher's pride