(Matraca Berg/Gary Harrison)
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They say I latched onto you
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Like you was the last train leaving town
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But you just kept on moving, boy
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Left me here to live you down
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Momma said she'd send a wire
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And cried on the phone
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Said, you'll always be my angel girl
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Won't you come back home
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Well, if I was an angel I could fly over Jordan
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And I wouldn't need no Greyhound to save my soul
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But maybe that's a good thing 'cause I'll be home before I know
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And if I was an angel I'd have a long way to go
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So I got a job as a waitress
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In some God forsaken place
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Guess there's no choosing where you land
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When you fall from grace
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Well, I'm not sure what keeps me here
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My shame or my fool pride
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Well, neither one can give me wings
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Or offer me a ride
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Well, if I was an angel I could fly over Jordan
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And I wouldn't need no Greyhound to save my soul
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But maybe that's a good thing 'cause I'll be home before I know
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And if I was an angel I'd have a long way to go
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And oh, tonight I'll be dreaming
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Of the cracks in the sidewalk
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And a face through the window
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Back to a place I belong
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And if I was an angel I could fly over Jordan
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And I wouldn't need no Greyhound to save my soul
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But maybe that's a good thing 'cause I'll be home before I know
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And if I was an angel I'd have a long way to go
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Well, maybe that's a good thing cause I'll be home before I know
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And if I was an angel I'd have a long way to go
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If I Were An Angel
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| Matraca Berg |
