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ANGEL FROM MONTGOMERY
GI am an old Cwoman Gnamed after my Cmother. GMy old man is aCnother Dchild that's grown Gold. If dreams were CthunderG and lightning was deCsire Gthis old house would've Cburnt down a Dlong time Gago.
CHORUS
GMake me an Fangel that Cflies from GMontgomery. Make me a Fposter of Can old rodeGo. Just give me Fone thing that CI can hold Gon to. To believe in this Fliving is just a Chard way to Ggo. C G C
When I was a young girl I had me a cowboy, wa'n't much to look at, just a free ramblin' man. But that was a long time, and no matter how I try, the years just flow by like a broken-down dam. (repeat chorus) There's flies in the kitchen, I can hear all their buzzin' but I ain't done nothin' since I woke up today. But how the hell can a person go to work in the morning come home in the evenin' and have nothin' to say? (repeat chorus)
To believe in this Fliving is just a Chard way to Ggo.