Garrett Bradford: Music

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Written by Roy Robinson and Earl Musick/Major Bob Music/Liquid Lady Publishing (ASCAP/BMI)

When the cowboys would come to dance she’d always lead ‘em on They all thought that they had a chance  to take Angelina home Why else would a beautiful woman hang out in a border bar Dancin’ for tips swaying her hips to the sad guitar.

With her right hand above her head, her left hand fans her skirt The sorrow in her eyes mistaken as a way to flirt Her little girl smile wasn’t for them; but the money they’d spend Dancing away she’d always pray for each night to end

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She’d change the dollars into pesos across the bridge at dawn Her two young sons and her mother waiting for her at home El lobo esta en la puerta since her man’s been gone She’s their only chance, Angelina Dance

Cantina closes at 4:00 am and Sundays are the worst She hurries clutching her rosary, takes her boys to church When her man died everyone cried, but if they only knew What she has to face soap can’t erase En fru ow azul

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