Lyrics:

(Prine) I am an old woman, named after my mother, my old man is another child that's grown old. If dreams were lightning, and thunder were desire, this old house would have burnt 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 living is just a hard way to go. When I was a young girl, I had me a cowboy. He weren't much to look at, just a free rambling man. But that was a long time, and no matter how I try, the years just flow 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 living is just a hard way to go. There's flies in the kitchen, I can hear 'em in there buzzing. And I ain't done nothing, since I woke up today. How the hell can a person go to work in the morning, 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 living is just a hard way to go. 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 living is just a hard way to go.