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,
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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