Текст песни: Nanci Griffith - Waltzing With The Angels
She`s just a hill country girl home from the city
Her pocket`s full of plenty of those neon lights
And her mother`s smile shines on her youngest child
Though she is just a barroom singer
with her father`s eyes
(chorus)
The city streets are harder understandin`
It would be easy for the devil to pass by
But she can close her eyes and dream about
the country boy
Chain of gold and a lullabye
Because he`s waltzin` with the angels tonight
It`s a harvest moon when she`s home to count her blessings
She`s saved that love from passing
Though it`s now ten years gone by
He is buried in these hills, folded all around her
It still`s a heart of hunger with his memories inside
(repeat chorus)
In the mornin` she`ll move on `cause it`s April on the wing
It put`s feathers on her strings and her voice will fly
But that necklace of gold
She wears of his protect`s her soul
From the barroom brawls and the late night drinkers
When the devil`s passin` by
(repeat chorus)
They will be waltzin` with the angel`s tonight
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She`s just a hill country girl home from the city
Her pocket`s full of plenty of those neon lights
And her mother`s smile shines on her youngest child
Though she is just a barroom singer
with her father`s eyes
(chorus)
The city streets are harder understandin`
It would be easy for the devil to pass by
But she can close her eyes and dream about
the country boy
Chain of gold and a lullabye
Because he`s waltzin` with the angels tonight
It`s a harvest moon when she`s home to count her blessings
She`s saved that love from passing
Though it`s now ten years gone by
He is buried in these hills, folded all around her
It still`s a heart of hunger with his memories inside
(repeat chorus)
In the mornin` she`ll move on `cause it`s April on the wing
It put`s feathers on her strings and her voice will fly
But that necklace of gold
She wears of his protect`s her soul
From the barroom brawls and the late night drinkers
When the devil`s passin` by
(repeat chorus)
They will be waltzin` with the angel`s tonight
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