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The Kelly Song Collective
White Angel Blues
I think they’re friendly spirits
But I’m still scared to stoke the fire
Stoned out of this solace
Testifying as I tire
Angels stand behind me
Among the blindness and the light
In flowing robes of linen
And liquid wings of white
On the banks of any river
Or beneath the northern lights
Old ghosts can always find me
And conjure the same fights
Don’t take me to no hospital
Been to Galveston and back
Crippled on this mountain
Liquor, poetry and black
So tired of this highway
My spirit’s left my shoes
Just play me Blind Willie McTell’s
‘Dying Crapshooter’s Blues’
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© Michael Worthington Music 2019

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