Angel From Montgomey
I am an old womanNamed after my motherMy old man is anotherChild that's grown oldIf dreams were thunderAnd lightning was desireThen this old houseWould have burnt downA long time ago
Make me an angelThat flies from MontgomeryMake me a posterOf an old rodeoJust give me one thingThat I can hold on toTo believe in this livingIs just a hard way to go
When I was a young girlI had me a cowboyHe weren't much to look atJust a free rambling manBut that was a long timeAnd no matter how I triedWell, the years, they just flowed byLike a broken down dam
Make me an angelThat flies from MontgomeryMake me a posterOf an old rodeoJust give me one thingThat I can hold on toTo believe in this livingIs just a hard way to go
There's flies in the kitchenI can hear 'em there buzzingAnd I ain't done nothingSince I woke up todayHow the hell can a personGo to work in the morningAnd come home in the eveningAnd have nothing to say
Make me an angelThat flies from MontgomeryMake me a posterOf an old rodeoJust give me one thingThat I can hold on toTo believe in this livingIs just a hard way to go