The Schomberg Fair — Angel's Wings lyrics

Lyrics

Swirls down,
Well I don’t hear the angel’s call
From the poor-house they cut me loose
Nothing but this old jumpsuit
That, that’s my home
But I still got time to score some gold
They like gunners who the rough (?)
Say, just like angel’s wings
Tilt my head to the sky
The devil’s got forever guile
In my heart, you were always crude
Put my hands up
I’m a nervous crook
Well, I’m a bootleggering cause
Now I dance to the waltz of God
Give me your hand in and
Just like angel’s wings
Like a sky who grown night
The sky for sale, Jesus Christ
You won’t listen before you’re old
Its how it is, right? I suppose
The overhaul, the abattoir
Beneath the ever did rise
His word’s forgiveness
That they say
Just like angel’s wings