"ANGEL TRAIL" genre: Country General
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	Credits: Danny Nunn/ Donna Aylor/ Brian D. Siewert/ Steve Brannen
	Lyrics Dry as hell on Angel Trail and no rain clouds in sight Old cowboy and his pony Hear coyotes howl in the night The grass is dead And the cattle need to be fed Deep in his heart he knows God Is making his bed CHORUS I: ON ANGEL TRAIL HIS SOUL’S READY TO SAIL WITHOUT HIS PONY HE WILL RIDE BY HIMSELF HIS HAT WILL TURN INTO A HALO, HIS SPURS INTO WINGS ONE LAST RIDE ON ANGEL TRAIL, ONE LAST COWBOY’S DREAM Looking back he thinks of Yesterday with no fences Cattle drives , gun fights And pretty senoritas Now a barb wire pain Tears through his chest He hits the ground With his last breath CHORUS II: ON ANGEL TRAIL HIS SOUL SET SAIL WITHOUT HIS PONY HE CAN FLY BY HIMSELF HIS HAT TURNED INTO A HALO , HIS SPURS INTO WINGS ONE LAST RIDE ON ANGEL TRAIL, ONE LAST COWBOY’S DREAM BRIDGE: He feels his body leave him Sees his old pony below As the white light surrounds him The heavenly choir echoes CHORUS II ON ANGEL TRAIL HIS SOUL SET SAIL WITHOUT HIS PONY HE CAN FLY BY HIMSELF HIS HAT TURNED INTO A HALO, HIS SPURS INTO WINGS ONE LAST RIDE ON ANGEL TRAIL, ONE LAST COWBOY’S DREAM ONE LAST RIDE ON ANGEL TRAIL, ONE LAST COWBOY’S DREAM Copyright secured, all rights reserved

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