I am an old woman, named after my mother
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My old man is another, child that's grown old
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If dreams were thunder, lightning were desire
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This old house would have burnt down, a long time ago
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Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
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Make me a poster from an old rodeo
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Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
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To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
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When I was a young girl, well I had me a cowboy
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He weren't much to look at, just a free rambling man
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But that was a long time, and no matter how I try
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The years just flow by, like a broken down dam
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There's flies in the kitchen, I can hear 'em there buzzing
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And I ain't done nothing, since I woke up today
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How the hell can a person, go to work in the morning
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And come home in the evening, and have nothing to say
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Angel From Montgomery
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| Dave Matthews Band and Dave Matthews |
