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Angel From Montgomery
J. Prine

I am an old woman named after my mother 
My old man is another 
child that's grown old 
If dreams were lightning 
and thunder was desire 
This old house would have burnt down 
a long time ago

Make me an angel 
that flies from Montgom'ry 
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 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.

Repeat Chorus:

There's flies in the kitchen 
I can hear 'em there 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
.

John Prine -->

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