Angel From Montgomery - Jessie Buckley

I am an old woman named after my mother.

(My) old man is another child (that's) grown old.

If dreams were thunder and lightning was desire,

this old house would’ve burned 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.

Wasn’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.

I am a kind of person goes 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.