he calls me angel

i smoke when i drink

i wanna drink when i think about

all of the pain in this world

i cuss like a sailor

i fuckin' feel like a failure

i play the guitar pretty good for a girl

ooh

well i must confess

i'm a bit of a mess

just like most of us walking the earth

but then he calls me angel

it makes me feel like i am able

to lay all my cards on the table

the sweetest thing that i've ever heard

that one little word

he calls me angel

i'm jealous and jaded

and i'm opinionated

i'm damned if i don't or if i do

oh

and sometimes i'm lazy

sometimes i'm crazy

oh

i make plans then i don't follow through

when i'm over the line

which is most of the time

he holds tight and i start letting go

then he calls me angel

he makes me feel like i am able

to lay all my cards on the table

oh

the sweetest thing that i've ever heard

that one little word

when i'm ugly cryin' again at the bar

oh swing low

sweet whiskey

swing low

when i can't bear the weight of my own heavy heart

then he comes for to carry me home

then he calls me angel

he says

you're pretty