(Written by John Prine)

I am an old woman
Named after my mother
My old man is another
Child that's grown old

If dreams were thunder
And lightnin' was desire
This old house would'a burned down
A long time ago

Make me an angel, to fly from Montgomery
Make me a poster, of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing, I can hold onto
To believe in this living is just a, hard way to go

When I was a young girl
I had me a cowboy
He wasn't much to look at
Just a free ramblin' man

Aw, but that was a long time
And no matter how I try
Those years they just flow by
Like a broken-down dam

Make me an angel, to fly from Montgomery
Make me a poster, of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing, I can hold onto
To believe in this living is just a, hard way to go

There's flies in the kitchen
I can hear 'em a-buzzin
But I ain't done nothin
Since I woke up today

How the hell can a person
Go to work in the mornin'
And come home in the evenin'
And have nothin' to say?

Make me an angel, to fly from Montgomery
Make me a poster, of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing, I can hold onto
To believe in this living is just a, hard way to go