| They say I latched onto you
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| Like you was the last train leaving town
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| But you just kept on moving, boy
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| Left me here to live you down
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| Momma said she’d send a wire
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| And cried on the phone
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| Said, you’ll always be my angel girl
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| Won’t you come back home?
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| Well, if I was an angel I could fly over Jordan
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| And I wouldn’t need no Greyhound to save my soul
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| But maybe that’s a good thing 'cause I’ll be home before I know
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| And if I was an angel I’d have a long way to go
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| So I got a job as a waitress
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| In some God forsaken place
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| Guess there’s no choosing where you land
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| When you fall from grace
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| Well, I’m not sure what keeps me here
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| My shame or my fool pride
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| Well, neither one can give me wings
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| Or offer me a ride
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| Well, if I was an angel I could fly over Jordan
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| And I wouldn’t need no Greyhound to save my soul
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| But maybe that’s a good thing 'cause I’ll be home before I know
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| And if I was an angel I’d have a long way to go
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| And oh, tonight I’ll be dreaming
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| Of the cracks in the sidewalk
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| And a face through the window
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| Back to a place I belong
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| Well, if I was an angel I could fly over Jordan
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| And I wouldn’t need no Greyhound to save my soul
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| But maybe that’s a good thing â€~cause I’ll be home before I know
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| And if I was an angel I’d have a long way to go
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| Well, maybe that’s a good thing 'cause I’ll be home before I know
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| And if I was an angel I’d have a long way to go |