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GI am an old Cwoman Gnamed after my Cmother.
GMy old man is aCnother Dchild that's grown Gold.
If dreams were CthunderG and lightning was deCsire
Gthis old house would've Cburnt down a Dlong time Gago.
GMake me an Fangel that Cflies from GMontgomery.
Make me a Fposter of Can old rodeGo.
Just give me Fone thing that CI can hold Gon to.
To believe in this Fliving is just a Chard way to Ggo. C G C
GWhen I was aC youngG girl I had me Ca cowboy,
Gwa'n't much to Clook atD, just a free ramblGin' man.
But that was a Clong tiGme, and no matter howC I try,
Gthe years just flow by lCike a broken-Ddown dam. G
GMake me an Fangel that Cflies from GMontgomery.
Make me a Fposter of Can old rodeGo.
Just give me Fone thing that CI can hold Gon to.
FCGCG
CTo believe in this living is just a hard way to go.
GThere's flieCs in tGhe kitchen, I cCan hear all their buzzin'
Gbut I ain't donCe nothiDn' since I woke up Gtoday.
But how the helCl can aG person go to work inC the morning
Gcome home in the evenin'C and have notDhin' to saGy?
GMake me an Fangel that Cflies from GMontgomery.
Make me a Fposter of Can old rodeGo.
Just give me Fone thing that CI can hold Gon to.
FCGCG
To believe in this Fliving is just a Chard way to Ggo.
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