| Lyrics: | I am an old woman, named after my mother,
My old man is another child who's grown old.
If
dreams were thunder and lightning was desire
(spoken) This old house would have burned
down
(sung) a long time ago.
Chorus:
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.
(spoken) When I was a young
girl, I had me a cowboy
(spoken) He wasn't much to look at --
(sang) he was a free
ramblin' man
That was a long time, no matter how I try,
The years just roll by, like a
broken down dance.
Chorus
(spoken) There's flies in the kitchen, ffftt I can
hear em' there
buzzin',
(spoken) And I ain't done nothin' since I woke up
today.
(spoken) But how in the hell can a person go to work in the mornin'
(spoken) And
come home in the evenin' and have nothin' to say?
Chorus |
