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Concrete angel, with one broken wing
Splattered paint drops cloud her eyes
She stands there stone-faced, so cold and silent
But we?ve all heard ?that angel cry

Verse 1
Our momma called our daddy the junkman
She laughed at his old Ford
He?d drag up coffee pots, tires, and tables,
A nearly new ironing board
Pieces of chain, curtains, a pie plate,
A box of easter dye
But nothing like he?d find
The day he heard the angel cry

She was stuck beneath a bedsprings
Just her head catching the sun
She had a crockpot cord wrapped around her neck
Made her look like she?d been hung
Holding a rug shaped like a rooster
Daddy said let?s go, it?s time
But it froze him in his tracks
When he heard that tiny whine

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VERSE 2
Our momma badgered our daddy
For the folly of his ways
She?d been the Pork Queen, Rice Queen, Boat Queen,
Back in her younger days
When she saw what he had brought her
How he beamed at her with pride
She shot a cold stare at the angel
Never even said goodbye

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VERSE 3
We huddled in the front room
My brothers and me
Daddy lay in the bedroom
Sleeping fitfully
From the porch came a squeaking
Then a lonely sigh
We was cheeks against the window
When we heard that tiny whine

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