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Текст: Brantley Gilbert. A Modern Day Prodigal Son. Indiana's Angel.


Grew up one state north of Kentucky
Family far from rollin' in the money.
Seven brothers and sisters to feed and love.

Granddaddy said she kept her eyes on the sky,
watchin' all the little birds fly
starin' at heaven like a lost home

None of her dreams held fame and fortune
She wanted a husband and children that loved her

Spreading her wings,
her feet left ground in Indiana,
traveling down south just to marry my daddy,
leaving the life she known and loved behind.
She never cussed or drink,
kept food on the table,
hell i kept her on her knees in prayer.
She's a God-sent blessing willin' and able,
It's Indiana's Angel.

Baby back home your daddy's dying,
bout then came a perfect timing,
walked in with liquor on my breath,
I sit and watched all her tears glisten,
said son you'll learn to listen,
a man stands tall in front of his knees.

Now i'll never forget how much that hurt,
that she said son, one day i'll be gone, you won't have to hear these words.

Spreading her wings
her feet left ground in Indiana,
traveling down south just to marry my daddy,
leaving the life she known and loved behind.
She never cussed or drink,
kept food on the table,
hell i kept her on her knees in prayer.
She's a God-sent blessing willin' and able,
It's Indiana's Angel,
Indiana's Angel.

Spreading her wings
her feet left ground in Indiana,
driving down south just to marry my daddy,
leaving the life she known and loved behind.
She never cussed or drink,
kept food on the table,
hell i kept her on her knees in prayer.
She's a God-sent blessing willin' and able,
It's Indiana's Angel.


(Thanks to Brandi for these lyrics)