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. |