Angel From Montgomery

I am an old woman named after my mother.

My old man is another child that's grown old.

If dreams were thunder and lightning was desire

this old house would've burnt down a long time ago.


CHORUS


Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery.

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 I had me a cowboy,

wa'n't much to look at, just a free ramblin' 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)

There's flies in the kitchen, I can hear all their buzzin'

but I ain't done nothin' since I woke up today.

I am kind of person goes to work in the morning

come home in the evenin' and have nothin' to say.

(repeat chorus)

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