Everyday Angel
Lyrics
Miss Laura fed the hungry in the church house basement After she'd retired from teaching school She'd pick my son up in her arms on Sundays To teach him all about the golden rulefull lyrics...
Miss Laura fed the hungry in the church house basement After she'd retired from teaching school She'd pick my son up in her arms on Sundays To teach him all about the golden rulefull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
country rootsa subtle use of vocal harmony
mild rhythmic syncopation
demanding instrumental part writing
major key tonality
a dynamic male vocalist
slide/pedal steel guitars
acoustic rhythm guitars
prominent organ
political lyrics
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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But I learned a big lesson that day Angel, living out love, kind of people we could us a lot more of Even though her hands were small and frail Songwriter: Radney Foster You can come and stay at our place" Marilyn was waiting outside my old man's office She was an everyday angel, the kind without wings Angel, living out love, kind of people we could us a lot more of Trying to hide the bruises on her face All I know is she had the strength of ten grown men He was an everyday angel, earnin' his wings He said, "You don't have to get knocked around anymore Trying to save people who are just like you and me I heard those stories about Selma and Tuskegee Everyday angel, everyday angel Just an everyday angel, everyday angel Down, down Then anything you have to say She'd pick my son up in her arms on Sundays Go be an everyday angel, the kind without wings Miss Laura fed the hungry in the church house basement Just an everyday angel, everyday angel After she'd retired from teaching school To teach him all about the golden rule Angel, living out love, kind of people we could use a lot more of Walking around in this world, just like you and me When he heard the alarm sing out "911" What you do means a whole lot more Just an everyday angel, everyday angel He was running up stairs then he never got back down I didn't know till I had kids of my own Publishers: SPUNKER SONGS, UNIVERSAL-POLYGRAM INT'L PUB INC Walking around in this world, just like you and me Dave was gonna meet his wife at a coffee shop in Brooklyn Everyday angel How she'd helped Martin fill the jails


