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.

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.

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?

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.

To believe in this livin',

Is just a hard way to go.