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