| John Prine & Bonnie Raitt 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... lightning was desire. This old house... would have burn't down... a long time ago. Make me an angel... that flies from Montgomery. Make me a poster... of an old rodeo. Just give me one thing... 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. He were'nt much to look at... just a free ramblin man. But that was a long time... & no matter how I try. The years just flow by... like a broken down dam. Make me an angel... that flies from Mongomery. 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. There's flies in the kitchen... I can hear 'em... there buzzing. & I ain't done nothing.... since I woke up today. How the hell... can a person... got to work in the morning. Come home in the evening... & have nothing to say. 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 a hard way to go. To believe... in this living... is just a hard... way... to go. |
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