Angels Working Overtime Lyrics

Song	Angels Working Overtime
Artist	Deana Carter
Album	Everything's Gonna Be Alright
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	作词 : Dulaney, Lunn
	1, 21, 2, 3
	She was born at a rest stop on the
	Kansas state line
	In the back of a
	Dodge in the summer time
	Her momma named her
	Indiana like their license plate
	And with the hum of the tires on the interstate
	She was cryin'
	They left her at a
	Denny's up in
	ColoradoIn a blanket with her name written on a note
	They said, "Forgive us Lord for not takin' herBut this child has a better chance of makin' itIn someone else's arms"
	And it's a crazy thing
	Fate has perfect wings
	All the way down the line
	Angels working overtime
	Angels working overtime
	She was raised in a place called
	Cheyenne Wells
	But she never fit in and everyone could tell
	That she didn't belong in some prairie town
	And when she turned eighteen she bought a ticket out
	On a Greyhound
	They stopped a few minutes out of
	Santa FeShe got out for a smoke and they drove away
	She hitched a ride with a boy right out of school
	He said "I'm headed out west" and she said"Me to if that's alright"
	And it's a crazy thing
	Fate has perfect wings
	All the way down the line
	Angels working overtime
	Angels working overtime
	It took a couple hundred miles till they fell in love
	They knew forever was the only thing good enough
	And in a moment of passion in a motel room
	They held on tight and their aim was true
	Now they're countin' down the days
	And dreamin' all night in an apartment in
	LAIt's a crazy thing
	Fate has perfect wings
	All the way down the line
	Angels working overtime
	It's a crazy thing
	Fate has perfect wings
	All the way down the line
	Angels working overtime
	Angels working overtime
	She was born at a rest stop
	On the Kansas state line
	Angels working overtime
	She was cryin'
	She was cryin'
	She was cryin'

	zuo ci : Dulaney, Lunn
	1, 21, 2, 3
	She was born at a rest stop on the
	Kansas state line
	In the back of a
	Dodge in the summer time
	Her momma named her
	Indiana like their license plate
	And with the hum of the tires on the interstate
	She was cryin'
	They left her at a
	Denny' s up in
	ColoradoIn a blanket with her name written on a note
	They said, " Forgive us Lord for not takin' herBut this child has a better chance of makin' itIn someone else' s arms"
	And it' s a crazy thing
	Fate has perfect wings
	All the way down the line
	Angels working overtime
	Angels working overtime
	She was raised in a place called
	Cheyenne Wells
	But she never fit in and everyone could tell
	That she didn' t belong in some prairie town
	And when she turned eighteen she bought a ticket out
	On a Greyhound
	They stopped a few minutes out of
	Santa FeShe got out for a smoke and they drove away
	She hitched a ride with a boy right out of school
	He said " I' m headed out west" and she said" Me to if that' s alright"
	And it' s a crazy thing
	Fate has perfect wings
	All the way down the line
	Angels working overtime
	Angels working overtime
	It took a couple hundred miles till they fell in love
	They knew forever was the only thing good enough
	And in a moment of passion in a motel room
	They held on tight and their aim was true
	Now they' re countin' down the days
	And dreamin' all night in an apartment in
	LAIt' s a crazy thing
	Fate has perfect wings
	All the way down the line
	Angels working overtime
	It' s a crazy thing
	Fate has perfect wings
	All the way down the line
	Angels working overtime
	Angels working overtime
	She was born at a rest stop
	On the Kansas state line
	Angels working overtime
	She was cryin'
	She was cryin'
	She was cryin'

	zuò cí : Dulaney, Lunn
	1, 21, 2, 3
	She was born at a rest stop on the
	Kansas state line
	In the back of a
	Dodge in the summer time
	Her momma named her
	Indiana like their license plate
	And with the hum of the tires on the interstate
	She was cryin'
	They left her at a
	Denny' s up in
	ColoradoIn a blanket with her name written on a note
	They said, " Forgive us Lord for not takin' herBut this child has a better chance of makin' itIn someone else' s arms"
	And it' s a crazy thing
	Fate has perfect wings
	All the way down the line
	Angels working overtime
	Angels working overtime
	She was raised in a place called
	Cheyenne Wells
	But she never fit in and everyone could tell
	That she didn' t belong in some prairie town
	And when she turned eighteen she bought a ticket out
	On a Greyhound
	They stopped a few minutes out of
	Santa FeShe got out for a smoke and they drove away
	She hitched a ride with a boy right out of school
	He said " I' m headed out west" and she said" Me to if that' s alright"
	And it' s a crazy thing
	Fate has perfect wings
	All the way down the line
	Angels working overtime
	Angels working overtime
	It took a couple hundred miles till they fell in love
	They knew forever was the only thing good enough
	And in a moment of passion in a motel room
	They held on tight and their aim was true
	Now they' re countin' down the days
	And dreamin' all night in an apartment in
	LAIt' s a crazy thing
	Fate has perfect wings
	All the way down the line
	Angels working overtime
	It' s a crazy thing
	Fate has perfect wings
	All the way down the line
	Angels working overtime
	Angels working overtime
	She was born at a rest stop
	On the Kansas state line
	Angels working overtime
	She was cryin'
	She was cryin'
	She was cryin'

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