Written by: John Prine
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I am an old woman named after my mother.
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My old man is another child that's grown old.
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If dreams were thunder and lightning was desire
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this old house would've burnt down a long time ago.
CHORUS
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Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery.
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Make me a poster of an old rodeo.
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Just give me one thing that I can hold on to.
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To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.
When I was a young girl I had me a cowboy,
wa'n't much to look at, just a free ramblin' 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 all their buzzin'
but I ain't done nothin' since I woke up today.
But how the hell can a person go to work in the morning
come home in the evenin' and have nothin' 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.
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To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.
