Sunday, January 6, 2008

susan tedeschi angel from montgomery

I am an old woman named after my mother

My old man is another child thats grown old

If dreams were lightning thunder was desire

This old house would have burnt down a long time ago

Chorus:

Make me an angel that flies from montgomry

Make me a poster of an old rodeo

Just give me one thing that I can hold on to

To believe in this living is just a hard way to go

When I was a young girl well, I had me a cowboy

He werent much to look at, just free rambling man

But that was a long time and no matter how I try

The years just flow by like a broken down dam.

Repeat chorus:

Theres flies in the kitchen I can hear em there buzzing

And I aint done nothing since I woke up today.

How the hell can a person go to work in the morning

And come home in the evening and have nothing to say.

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