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Grew up one state North of Kentucky
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A Family far from rollin' in the money
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7 brothers and sisters to feed and love
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Granddaddy said she kept her eyes on the sky,
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Watching all the little birds fly
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Staring at heaven like her lost home
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None of her dreams held fame and fortune
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She wanted a husband and children that loved her
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Spreading' her wings her feet left ground In Indian
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Driving down south just to marry my daddy
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Leaving the life she'd known and loved behind
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She never cussed or drank, kept on the table
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Hell, I kept her on her knees in prayer
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She's a God sent blessing wiling and able
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As Indiana's angel
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Baby back home your daddy's dying
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'Bout then the kind of perfect timing,
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Walked in with liquor on my breath
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I sit and watch all of her tears glisten
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She said, "Son you'll learn to listen,
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A man stands taller from his knees"
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Now I'll never forget how much that hurt
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She said, "Son one day I'll be gone you wont have to hear these words"
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Spreading' her wings her feet left ground In Indian
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Driving down south just to marry my daddy
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Leaving the life she'd known and loved behind
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She never cussed or drank, kept on the table
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Hell, I kept her on her knees in prayer
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She's a God sent blessing wiling and able
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As Indiana's angel
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Indian's Angel
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Spreading' her wings her feet left ground In Indian
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Driving down south just to marry my daddy
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Leaving the life she'd known and loved behind
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She never cussed or drank, kept on the table
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Hell, I kept her on her knees in prayer
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She's a God sent blessing wiling and able
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As Indiana's angel
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Indiana's Angel
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| Brantley Gilbert |
