(Prine)
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I am an old woman, named after my mother, my old man is another child that's grown old.
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If dreams were lightning, and thunder 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, make me a poster of an old rodeo.
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Just give me one thing that I can hold on to, to believe in this living is just a hard way to go.
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When I was a young girl, 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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Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery, make me a poster of an old rodeo.
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Just give me one thing that I can hold on to, to believe in this living is just a hard way to go.
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There's flies in the kitchen, I can hear 'em in 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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come home in the evening and have nothing to say?
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Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery, make me a poster of an old rodeo.
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Just give me one thing that I can hold on to, to believe in this living is just a hard way to go.
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Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery, make me a poster of an old rodeo.
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Just give me one thing that I can hold on to, to believe in this living is just a hard way to go.
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Angels From Montgomery
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| John Denver |
