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Radney Foster, Everyday Angel Lyrics
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Miss Laura fed the hungry in the church house basement,
After she retired from teaching school.
She'd pick my son up in her arms on Sundays,
To teach him all about the golden rule.
I heard those stories about Selma and Tuskeegee:
How she helped Martin fill the jails.
All I know is she had the strength of ten grown men,
Even though her hands were small and frail.
She was an everyday angel, the kind without wings.
Walking around in this world, just like you and me.
Angel, living out love.
The kind of people we could use a lot more of.
Just an everyday angel, everyday angel.
Marilyn was waiting outside my old man's office,
Trying to hide the bruises on her face.
He said: "You don't have to get knocked around anymore,
"You can come and live at our place."
I didn't know till I had kids of my own,
But I learned a big lesson that day.
What you do means a whole lot more,
Than anything you have to say.
Go be an everyday angel, the kind without wings,
Walking round in this world, just like you and me.
Angel, living out love.
The kind of people we could use a lot more of.
An everyday angel, everyday angel.
Dave was gonna meet his wife at a coffee shop in Brooklyn,
When he heard the alarm sing out.
911, he was running up stairs that he never got back down.
Down, down.
He was an everyday angel, earnin¹ his wings,
Trying to save people who are just like you and me.
Angel, living out love.
The kind of people we could use a lot more of.
An everyday angel, everyday angel.
Everyday angel, everyday angel.
Everyday angel, yeah.
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