Boot Scootin' Angels

On Tuesday night, you could hear music playing old country songs, I knew right from the start I listened to, all the words they were saying with stories of an aching, breaking heart I never knew, there were boot scootin’ angels all dressed in their mid-western, clothes and styles in that old bar, filled with root-tootin’ angels no prairie for at least, 4,000 miles On Tuesday night, when I heard music playing old country songs, I knew from long ago I sang along, to the words they were saying and felt I’d stepped into, a rodeo That Mary-Lou, was a boot scootin’ angel all dressed in her mid-western, clothes and style she was the queen, of those root-tootin’ angels with her Stetson hat and Texan smile.