I like it    I don't like it

I am an old woman, named after my mother

My old man is another, child that's grown old

If dreams were lightning, thunder were desire

This old house would have burnt down, a long time ago



Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery

Make me a poster from 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, well 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

The years just flow by, like a broken down dam



There's flies in the kitchen, I can hear 'em there buzzing

And I ain't done nothing, since I woke up today

How the hell can a person, go to work in the morning

And come home in the evening, and have nothing to say