Songs for Better Singers
Mystic
Cowboys
Hey
you got your boots pointed in wrong direction
We
were crying before too much reflection
Well
the ice was melting off tree branches
We
had a three-day beard and took sideways glances
Well
that woman was long and her legs were lean
You
were black and blue and all serene
You
took a Helluva chance on them angels coming
You
took a Helluva chance on them angels coming
Now
lights are flashing and women are crying
And
the lawyers are ready to start their lying
You
took a Helluva chance on them angels coming
Hey
you gotta slide out cause they got you running
Some
Dirty Harry’s gonna come gunning
Left
behind your old daddy’s guitar
As
payment in kind for a stolen car
Well
the pretty woman sings like a bird in a cage
Said
you left her in a naked jealous rage
You
took a Helluva chance on the angels coming
You
took a Helluva chance on them angels coming
Now
lights are flashing and women are crying
And
the lawyers are ready to start their lying
You
took a Helluva chance on the angels coming
You
took a Helluva chance on them angels coming