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Deana Carter
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 dennys 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 elses arms
And its a crazy thing
Fate has perfect wings
All the way down the line
Angels working overtime
She was raised in a place called cheyenne wells
But she never fit in and everyone could tell
That she didnt 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 Im headed out west and she said me to
If thats alright
And its a crazy thing
Fate has perfect wings
All the way down the line
Angels working overtime
It took a couple hundred miles til 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 theyre countin down the days
And dreamin all night in an apartment in la
And its a crazy thing
Fate has perfect wings
All the way down the line
Angels working overtime
And its a crazy thing
Fate has perfect wings
All the way down the line
Angels working overtime
She was born at a rest stop on the kansas state line
Angels workin overtime
She was cryin
She was cryin
She was cryin
InterprèteDeana Carter
LabelEMI
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