Lyrics: Angel. Chicken Soup.
Standin' there by the old town clock
Grab my coat in my hand
I thought I'd go for a walk
Like my Momma said, "You'll never be poor"
But can you really be sure?
You've got to help, doctor, doctor
Got to take the cure
Strollin' 'round, I was hit by surprise
By a bit of a dream
That looked me straight in the eyes
My Momma said, "You'll never be poor"
But can you really be sure?
You've got to help, doctor, doctor
Got to take the cure
Everyday I think I see her again
With the passing of time
My chances just never came
Like my Momma said, "You'll never be poor"
But can you really be sure?
You've got to help, doctor, doctor
Got to take the cure
Fourteen years since I saw her that night
Things are not quite the same
My head just ain't feelin' right
My Momma said, "You'll never be poor"
But can you really be sure?
You've gotta to help, doctor, doctor
Got to take the cure
Oh, you're right that I tried
To tell myself I'll be all right
Feelin' poor, that's for sure
I need a bowl of my Momma's cure
Oh, you're right that I tried
To tell myself that I'll be all right
Feelin' poor, that's for sure
I need a bowl of my Momma's cure
Grab my coat in my hand
I thought I'd go for a walk
Like my Momma said, "You'll never be poor"
But can you really be sure?
You've got to help, doctor, doctor
Got to take the cure
Strollin' 'round, I was hit by surprise
By a bit of a dream
That looked me straight in the eyes
My Momma said, "You'll never be poor"
But can you really be sure?
You've got to help, doctor, doctor
Got to take the cure
Everyday I think I see her again
With the passing of time
My chances just never came
Like my Momma said, "You'll never be poor"
But can you really be sure?
You've got to help, doctor, doctor
Got to take the cure
Fourteen years since I saw her that night
Things are not quite the same
My head just ain't feelin' right
My Momma said, "You'll never be poor"
But can you really be sure?
You've gotta to help, doctor, doctor
Got to take the cure
Oh, you're right that I tried
To tell myself I'll be all right
Feelin' poor, that's for sure
I need a bowl of my Momma's cure
Oh, you're right that I tried
To tell myself that I'll be all right
Feelin' poor, that's for sure
I need a bowl of my Momma's cure
Angel
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