I am an old woman named after my mother
my old man's just another child whose grown old
if dreams were lightening and thunder was desire
this old house woulda burnt down such a long time ago
So make me an angel who flies from montgomery
make me a poster of an old rodeo
just give me one thing that I can hold on too
to believe in this living is such a hard way to go
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