Till the angels touch the ground

You can slow up, you can't slow down. You gotta keep going till the angels touch the ground. X2 This is how the Lord made me, a country boy singing glory b. Angels wings and broken halos, a good ol boy that everybody knows. Im a country boy or so the say, I'm moseying down heavens way. I'm touring these cities, I touring these towns. I'm spreading his word all the way around. I ain't to good for any old bar and I go way up like a shooting star. Glory be to his name, the Lord in heaven is who I claim. You can slow up, you can't slow down. You gotta keep going till the angels touch the ground. Till the angels touch the ground. X2 You gotta keep going for heavens sake and a farmer works the ground that the Lord gave. And you gotta go all the way around, from them big city lights, to the sleepy little towns. And the Lord said, "Boy, play your guitars and give glory to my name everywhere you are" You can't slow up, you can't slow down. You gotta keep going till the angels touch the ground. Till the angels touch the ground. X3