I am an old woman named after my mother.
My old man is another child that's grown old. If dreams were and lightning thunder was desire,
this old house would've burned 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.
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