i am an old woman named after my mother
my old man is another child that's grown old
if dreams were lightning thunder was desire
this old house would have burnt down a long time ago
make me an angel that flies from montgom'ry
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 well
i had me a cowboy
he weren't much to look at
just 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. there's flies in the kitchen i can hear 'em 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
and come home in the evening and have nothing to say.