Angel From Montgomery
Jill Johnson Lyrics


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I am an old woman
Named after my mother
My old man is another
Child who's grown old

If dreams were thunder
Lightning was desire
This old house would've burned down
A long time ago

Make me an angel
That flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster
Of an old rodeo

Just give me one thing
That I can hold on to
To believe in this livin'
Is just a hard way to go

When I was a young girl
Well, I had me a cowboy
He wasn't much to look at
Just a free ramblin' man

But that was a long time
And no matter how I tried
The years just flowed by
Like a broken-down dam

Make me an angel
That flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster
Of an old rodeo

Just give me one thing
That I can hold on to
To believe in this livin'
Is just a hard way to go

There's flies in the kitchen
I can hear 'em there buzzin'
And I ain't done nothing
Since I woke up today

But how the hell can a person
Go to work in the morning
Then come home in the evening
And have nothing to say?

Make me an angel
That flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster
Of an old rodeo

Just give me one thing
That I can hold on to




To believe in this livin'
Is just a hard way to go

Overall Meaning

The song "Angel From Montgomery" by John Prine has been covered by many artists, including Jill Johnson. The opening lines of the song introduce us to the singer, an old woman named after her mother, who is married to a man who is also like a child. It seems as if the singer is reflecting on her life, dreaming of a better one as she grew tired of living. She speaks about how if dreams were thunder, and desires were lightning, then her old house would have been burned down long ago, implying that she has some unfulfilled dreams and desires but feels stuck in her life.


Throughout the song, she longs for something to hold onto, something to believe in, as she reflects on her uneventful life. She reminisces about a time when she was young, and she had a cowboy lover who wasn't much to look at, but she was happy. Despite her efforts to keep it going, time kept flowing like a broken-down dam, and she can't seem to recapture that happiness. The song ends with her lamenting about having nothing to say, being trapped in her mundane existence, and dreaming of an angel from Montgomery, or a poster of an old rodeo, providing some solace in her loneliness.


Line by Line Meaning

I am an old woman
I am an elderly woman


Named after my mother
My name is the same as my mother's


My old man is another
My husband is a different person


Child who's grown old
My child has aged


If dreams were thunder
If aspirations were powerful and loud


Lightning was desire
Then passion would strike fiercely


This old house would've burned down
My life would have fallen apart


A long time ago
Many years in the past


Make me an angel
Turn me into a heavenly being


That flies from Montgomery
That can escape Montgomery and its troubles


Make me a poster
Create a picture of me on a poster


Of an old rodeo
At an old rodeo event


Just give me one thing
Provide me with a single thing


That I can hold on to
That I can grasp onto for support


To believe in this livin'
To have faith in this life


Is just a hard way to go
Is a difficult journey to undertake


When I was a young girl
During my youth


Well, I had me a cowboy
I was in a relationship with a cowboy


He wasn't much to look at
He wasn't physically attractive


Just a free ramblin' man
Just a man who roamed freely


But that was a long time
But that was many years ago


And no matter how I tried
And despite my efforts


The years just flowed by
The time passed quickly


Like a broken-down dam
Like water rushing through a damaged structure


There's flies in the kitchen
There are flies buzzing in the kitchen


I can hear 'em there buzzin'
I can hear them buzzing


And I ain't done nothing
And I haven't accomplished anything


Since I woke up today
Since I got out of bed this morning


But how the hell can a person
But how is it possible for someone


Go to work in the morning
To go to work in the morning


Then come home in the evening
And return home in the evening


And have nothing to say?
And not have anything to talk about?




Writer(s): John Prine

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