(Nanci Griffith)
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She's just a hill country girl home from the city
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Her pocket's full of plenty of those neon lights
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And her mother's smile shines on her youngest child
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Though she is just a barroom singer
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With her father's eyes
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[Chorus:]
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The city streets are harder understandin'
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It would be easy for the devil to pass by
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But she can close her eyes and dream about
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The country boy
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Chain of gold and a lullaby
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Because he's waltzin' with the angels tonight
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It's a harvest moon when she's home to count her blessings
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She's saved that love from passing
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Though it's now ten years gone by
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He is buried in these hills, folded all around her
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It still's a heart of hunger with his memories inside
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[Chorus]
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In the mornin' she'll move on 'cause it's April on the wing
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It put's feathers on her strings and her voice will fly
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But that necklace of gold
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She wears of his protect's her soul
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From the barroom brawls and the late night drinkers
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When the devil's passin' by
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[Chorus]
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They will be waltzin' with the angel's tonight
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Waltzing With The Angels
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| Nanci Griffith |
