She was pretty like her mama
A little crazy like her too
She used to talk about Jesus
And tell me that I drank too much booze
She fought through 25 years
Always crossing that line
She finally dug her own grave
One spoonful at a time
She used to hear the angels sing
And sometimes she'd to sing along
She had a smile that could make the sunshine
And every cloudy day I'm reminded that she's gone
How could all of her faith
Turn to poison in her veins
She used to hear the angels sing
And sometimes she'd to sing along
She had a smile that could make the sunshine
And every cloudy day I'm reminded that she's gone
She used to hear the angels sing
And now she's right there singing along
How could all of God's love
Leave her lying there with a needle in her arm