Little Angel Comes A Walkin'

(álbum: Loco Gringo's Lament - 1994)

It's lightning and it's muddy
There's a blackbird on the wing
There's a howling after midnight
And a bottle on some strings
It's Southern Comfort and a woman
Her hips're shaking a tambourine
And it's the blues down in Memphis
It's the red light in New Orleans

A little angel comes a-walking
She's looking good and feeling fine
A little angel comes a-walking
Southern slow and almost flying

You take some sweet [?] hungry
A little [?] and baby talks
There's a fever in the funk-house
In a house built on solid rock
It's a rattle, it's a shaking
You can hear the jangle and clash
I feel like thunder in the making
I feel like a freight train 'bout to crash

A little angel comes a-walking
She's looking good and feeling fine
A little angel comes a-walking
Southern slow and almost flying

You take a man that love a woman with everything he's got
I mean everything
Everything that God gives a man to love a woman with
And you got the most powerful thing there is, this side of heaven
Haha, listen to me talking
'Cause when a man love a woman with his heart and his mind and his body and his soul
He receives in return a precious love
And his woman is like some century-old, mystifying angel
And he just comes alive when she comes a-walking in

A little angel comes a-walking
She's looking good and feeling fine
A little angel comes a-walking
Southern slow and almost flying

A little angel comes a-walking
She's looking good and feeling fine
A little angel comes a-walking
Southern slow and almost flying