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I am an old woman
named after my mother
my old man is another
child that's grown old
if dreams were thunder
lighting was desire
this old housewould have burnt down
a long time ago
make me an angel
that files 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