Original music/borrowed lyrics

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The music for this song is original, but I was too lazy to write lyrics, so I just borrowed some...plus, they seem to fit pretty well with the song.

I'm an old woman, named after my mother,
My old man was another child grown old,
And if dreams were lightning, and thunder desire
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago

So make me an angel far from Montgomery

When I was a young boy, I had me this cowgirl,
Now she weren't much to look at, just a free roamin' gal,
But that was a long time, and no matter how I try,
These dreams seem to float by like broken down damn,

So make me an angel far from Montgomery,
And far from this land....

Flies in the kitchen, I can still here them buzzin',
Now look I ain't done much since I woke up today,
But how the Hell can a person go work in the morning,
Come home in the evening and got nothing to say,

So make me an angel far from Montgomery,
And far from L.A.