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I am an old woman |
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Named after my mama |
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My old man is another |
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Child who's grown old |
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If dreams were thunder |
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Lightning was desire |
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This old house would've burned down |
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A long time ago |
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Make me an angel |
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That flies from Montgomery |
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Make me a poster |
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Of an old rodeo |
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Just give me one thing |
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And I can hold on to |
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To believe in this living |
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Is such a hard way to go |
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When I was a young girl |
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Had me a cowboy |
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None much to look at |
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Just a free rolling man |
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That was a long time ago |
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No matter how I tried |
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These years just rolled on by |
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Like a broken down dam |
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Make me an angel |
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That flies from Montgomery |
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Make me a poster |
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Of an old rodeo |
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Just give me one thing |
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I can hold on to |
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To believe in this living |
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Is such a hard way to go |
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Flies in the kitchen |
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Hearing them there buzzing |
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Ain't done nothing since I woke up today |
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How the hell can a person |
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Go to work in the morning |
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Come home in the evening |
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And have nothing to say |
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Make me an angel |
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Flies from Montgomery |
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Make me a poster |
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Of an old rodeo |
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Just give me one thing |
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But I can hold on to |
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To believe in this living |
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Is such a hard way to go |
