(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 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, 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 in 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,

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.

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.