Angel of the Brazos

White cotton dress She stands alone Curly brown hair Soaked to the bone Voice like a song Calls me her own The Angel of the Brazos Come to carry me home This life as a rambler Won't last too long The wines all but empty My money's all gone But one things for certain She's standing strong The Angel of the Brazos Rights all my wrongs Dancing water Dancing girl Descended from heaven And into my world Look a bit closer You might see her wings The Angel of the Brazos Dances with me These hands have grown withered Brains turning dim She's just as pretty As she was back then I may grow weary But she stays the same The Angel of the Brazos Still dances today White cotton dress She stands alone Curly brown hair Soaked to the bone Voice like a song Calls me her own The Angel of the Brazos Come to carry me home Yes my Angel of the Brazos Come to carry me home