I am an old woman,
Named after my mother.
My old man is another,
Child who's grown old.
If dreams were lightning,
And thunder were 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 livin',
Is just a hard way to go.
When I was a young girl,
Well, 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 tried.
The years just flowed by,
Like a broken down dam.
There's flies in the kitchen,
I can hear 'em there buzzin'.
And I ain't done nothing,
Since I woke up today.
How the hell can a person,
Go to work in the morning,
Then come home in the evening,
And have nothing to say?
