Angel From Montgomery
John Prine
GI am an old Cwoman Gnamed after my Cmother.
GMy old man is Canother Dchild that's grown Gold.
If dreams were Clightning and Gthunder were Cdesire
Gthis old house would've Cburnt down a Dlong time Gago.
GMake me an Fangel that Cflies from GMontgomery.
Make me a Fposter of an Cold rodeGo.
Just give me Fone thing that CI can hold Gon to.
To believe in this Cliving is just a Dhard way to Ggo.CGCGCG
GWhen I was a Cyoung girl GI had me a Ccowboy,
GHe wa'rn't much to Clook at, just a Dfree ramblin' Gman.
But that was a Clong time, Gand no matter how CI try,
Gthe years just Cflow by like a Dbroken-down Gdam.
GMake me an Fangel that Cflies from GMontgomery.
Make me a Fposter of an Cold rodeGo.
Just give me Fone thing that CI can hold Gon to.
To believe in this Cliving is just a Dhard way to Ggo.CGCGCG
GThere's flies in the CkitchenG, I can hear 'em there Cbuzzin'
Gand I ain't done Cnothin' since I Dwoke up Gtoday.
How the hell can a Cperson Ggo to work in the Cmorning
Gand come home in the Cevenin' and have Dnothin' to Gsay?
GMake me an Fangel that Cflies from MontGgomery.
Make me a Fposter of an Cold rodeGo.
Just give me Fone thing that CI can hold Gon to.
To believe in this Cliving is just a Dhard way to Ggo.CGCGCG