John Prine's lyrics

I am an old woman,
named after my mother.
My old man is another
child that's grown old.

If dreams were lightning,
and thunder was desire,
this old house would've burnt down
a long time ago.

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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.

When I was a young girl,
I had me a cowboy.
He weren't much to look at;
just a free rambling man.

But that was a long time,
and no matter how I try,
these dreams just go by
like a broken-down dam.

CHORUS

There's flies in the kitchen.
I can hear them buzzing.
And I ain't done nothing
since I woke up today.

How the hell can a person
go to work in the morning,
come home in the evening,
and have nothing to say?

CHORUS

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