Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel (Kelly/Mann) I can barely keep a grip on the pen I hold Better get a grip on myself I'm told I've grown bitterly, shameslessly, Indescribably cold I dove well into my cups And wrote you a note full of

Well, it must be the same old thing Why do men go crazy When a woman wears her dress so tight? Why do all of the men try to run A big legged woman down? Well, it's the same thing Well, it's the same old thing Better tell me who is to blame Well, the

My head was like a flame It was burning up, burning up It was burning up Well we all get strange And we know it But we're cool with it And we all get a little bit older In this day and age But we deal with it

Well, if you don't know what I mean Won't you stand up and scream? 'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know Well, have you ever lived down in the ghetto? Have you ever felt the cold wind blow? Too many lives they've spent across the ocean Too

Well den a two gyal mi have And I am stuck in between One a hold out Like she don't want to give in One a move out Like she don't want to live in One a twenty one Di other one a nineteen Now one a mi woman And one a mi queen

Well, I met this old woman She was hard as nails I think that she just come out Of the County jail But I loaned her some money Just to pay her rent If I would, she would put me In her last will and testament Well, I got lots of children

Cheatin' and lyin', steppin' all over you While your other man was out there, Am I wrong, fallin' in love with you Tell me am I wrong, well, fallin' in love with you While your other man was out there Uh - Sweet thing Tell me am I wrong, holdin' on to

And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time Well he never traveled heavy Yes he always rode alone And he soon put many older guns to shame And he never had a sweetheart From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia Rode a boy with a six gun

We'll never know We're just moments We're just human Amusing and confusing Never knowing shocking but we're nothing We're clever but clueless I heard this old story before With the people keeping calling for the metaphors

I'm the fireman, that's my name. They call me the fireman, that's my name. Making my rounds all over town, putting out old flames. Well everybody'd like to have a what I got. I can cool 'em down when they're smoldering hot. Last night they had a bad one