Lyrics

I left my home in Southern Georgia
To sweep the floor for a workman's wage
And to sing for tips on a crowded corner
Whatever I could to pay my way
I shared a room behind the station
Where they let me sleep during the day
I believe it was an angel
Who kept me from an early grave

I thought I'd first go to St. Louis
To sing the Blues and make my name
'Til all the lights would shine right through me
And the world would never be the same
I put aside a bit for travel But where it went I couldn't say
I believe it was an angel Who kept me from an early grave

I'd sometimes walk down to the harbor
Where the sand is soft beside the quay
And watch the boats rock on the water
And the evening tide roll out to sea
But like the bells of the cathedral It gave no comfort in the rain
I believe it was an angel Who kept me from an early grave