Текст и слова песни John Denver – Angels From Montgomery
Angel From Montgomery
John 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 livin 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 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 livin is just a hard way to go
There s flies in the kitchen
I can hear em in there buzzin
And I ain t done nothin
Since I woke up today.
How the hell can a person
Go to work in the mornin
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 livin is just a hard way to go
(Repeat Chorus)
John 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 livin 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 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 livin is just a hard way to go
There s flies in the kitchen
I can hear em in there buzzin
And I ain t done nothin
Since I woke up today.
How the hell can a person
Go to work in the mornin
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 livin is just a hard way to go
(Repeat Chorus)
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