I’ve heard about them in church, they say it all the time
They’re looking down on this earth from all the clouds in the sky
I never thought I’d meet one on a barstool Thank God all my Friday night plans fell through
I wasn’t even looking, I’ll tell what
That’s when mine showed up, in
And Bass hat worn-out back
an old door Ford
Glove his glovebox, on blue jeans
a made of a what you think
They don’t always come flying above Sometimes they show up in a pair of wings
I’m his one on shoulder
When I know to think getting colder
wonder it hurt when he from
know he got glad God let I wings
a hat the
an Ford
Glove in chain,
a halo made it ain’t you think
don’t always down Sometimes they show up in pair red wings
a of red
With some green little
God he showed that night
In some red a hat and Salt Light sticker back
an old door white Ford
glovebox, cross on his blue jeans
made of No, it ain’t what you think
always come flying above Sometimes they up