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Verse 1 |
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I am an old woman |
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named after my mother |
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my old man is another |
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child who's grown old |
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If dreams were thunder |
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and lightning was desire |
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this old house it would've burned down |
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a long time ago |
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chorus:Make me an angel |
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that flies from Montgomery |
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Make me a poster |
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of an old rodeo |
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Just give me one thing |
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that I can hold on to |
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to believe in this livin' |
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is just a hard way to go |
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Verse 2When I was a young girl |
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I had me a cowboy |
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he wasn't much to look at |
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he was a free ramblin' man |
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That was a long time |
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and no matter how I tried |
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the years they just rolled by |
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like a broken down [dam?]dance |
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chorus:Make me an angel |
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that flies from Montgomery |
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Make me a poster |
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of an old rodeo |
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Just give me one thing |
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that I can hold on to |
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to believe in this livin' |
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is just a hard way to go |
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Verse 3There's flies in the kitchen |
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I can hear them there buzzin' |
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And I ain't done nothing since I woke up today |
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But how the hell can a person |
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go on to work in the morning |
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come home in the evening |
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and have nothing to say |
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chorusMake me an angel |
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that flies from Montgomery |
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Make me a poster |
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of an old rodeo |
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Just give me one thing |
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that I can hold on to |
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to believe in this livin' |
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is just a hard way to go |