Story Behind The Song
Real story of this artist and two fans that always come to help her set up and tear down equipment and keep singer safe, in a bar atmosphere.
Song Description
a woman tells a story of singing at a place called the Roadhouse, and her perception of the regular custumers that go there.
Song Length |
3:46 |
Genre |
Country - Rock, Country - Contemporary |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Cheerful, Gracious |
Subject |
Angels, Existence |
Similar Artists |
Trisha Yearwood |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Roadhouse Angels copyright Barbara Cecil 2/3/2000
I?m on my way to work
It?s another Friday night
I?m all dressed up with my sequins on
And I?m headed for the lights
On the other side of that river
Just beyond the railroad tracks
To a place they call the roadhouse
Where you can lay a cold one back
And when the sun goes down, and it?s quitting time
There?s no place that I?d rather be
Then singing to the roadhouse angels
That are watching over me
(chorus)
I?m singing to the roadhouse angels
they?ve got their wings tucked up their sleeves
they?ve got cowboy hats on their halos
oh but their not fooling me
I guess it just goes to show you
No matter what you believe
Things aren?t always as they look
Not always what you perceive
Now some might call them barflies
Oh and some might call them drunks
I can tell when they?re flying high
Or when they?re down in the dumps
But I don?t pass no judgment
I just smile at them and sing
Cause I can see the light shining in their eyes
I know it?s all a part of the game
And when a fight breaks out in the corner
and the pool sticks start to swing
I can count on the roadhouse angels
To be watching over me
(chorus)
There are angels in the heavens
And there are angels on this earth
And the angels in this barroom
Yeah they?re keeping me safe at work
The angels all like music
can do a mighty fine two step too
Or take a ride on that mechanical bull
There ain?t nothing that those angels can?t do
And when the bar shuts down
And the lights come up
And the whole place starts to leave
I can count on the roadhouse angels to be watching over me
(chorus) (tag)
Singing to the roadhouse angels, singing to the roadhouse angels, singing to the roadhouse angels