I am an old woman named after my mother,
My old man is another, child that's grown old.
Dreams were thunder, lightning was desire,
This old house would've burnt down, a long time ago.
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 werent much to look at, just a free ramblin' man.
But that was a long time, and no matter how I try,
These dreams go by like a broken-down dam.
CHORUS
There's flies in the kitchen, I can hear em there buzzin'
And 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?
CHORUS
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.