Angels Working Overtime Lyrics - Everything's Gonna Be Alright - Deana Carter

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She was born at a rest stop on the Kansas state line 

In the back of a Dodge in the summer time 

Her momma named her Indiana like their license plate 

And with the hum of the tires on the interstate 

She was cryin' 

They left her at a Denny's up in Colorado 

In a blanket with her name written on a note 

They said, "Forgive us Lord for not takin' her 

But this child has a better chance of makin' it 

In someone else's arms" 

And it's a crazy thing 

Fate has perfect wings 

All the way down the line 

Angels working overtime 

Angels working overtime 

She was raised in a place called Cheyenne Wells 

But she never fit in and everyone could tell 

That she didn't belong in some prairie town 

And when she turned eighteen she bought a ticket out 

On a Greyhound 

They stopped a few minutes out of Santa Fe 

She got out for a smoke and they drove away 

She hitched a ride with a boy right out of school 

He said "I'm headed out west" and she said 

"Me to if that's alright" 

And it's a crazy thing 

Fate has perfect wings 

All the way down the line 

Angels working overtime 

Angels working overtime 

It took a couple hundred miles till they fell in love 

They knew forever was the only thing good enough 

And in a moment of passion in a motel room 

They held on tight and their aim was true 

Now they're countin' down the days 

And dreamin' all night in an apartment in LA 

It's a crazy thing 

Fate has perfect wings 

All the way down the line 

Angels working overtime 

It's a crazy thing 

Fate has perfect wings 

All the way down the line 

Angels working overtime 

Angels working overtime 

She was born at a rest stop 

On the Kansas state line 

Angels working overtime 

She was cryin' 

She was cryin' 

She was cryin'