Tag Archives: song lyrics

I Caught an Angel

When I saw her standing there
all alone in the night
all the boys were hootin and hollerin
and the girls were looking right
It looked like she had a halo
coming from the firelight
so I walked on over and took her hand
and knew she was mine that night.

I caught an angel.
I caught an angel,
deep inside the firelight.

I never knew that angels had
hair as black as coal.
I didn’t know their eyes so blue
made my spine shiver cold.
I never knew they’d sing to me
the songs of my soul.
I never knew they’d touch my heart
in ways I didn’t know.

I caught an angel.
I caught an angel,
deep inside the firelight.

Now if you ever meet an angel
callin’ herself Mary Jean,
Chances are pretty good
that you’ll know what I mean.
If she’s standing in the firelight
then give her this one for me.
Mary Jean, Mary Jean, Mary Jean.

Now I don’t know what
the limit is
on angels these days.
But I bagged that one
pretty good and
then let her get away.
I promised myself
if I found her again
I’d have this to say:
Mary Jean, Mary Jean, Mary Jean.

When I saw her standing there
all alone in the night
all the boys were hootin and hollerin
and the girls were looking right
It looked like she had a halo
coming from the firelight
so I walked on over and took her hand
and knew she was mine that night.

I caught an angel.
I caught an angel,
deep inside the firelight.

.
.
© 2014 John Allen Richter


My Baby’s Daddy

He had a flatbed Ford with a big ‘ol motor,
A case of beer in a white foam toter.
A smile on his face that always said
he’s a good man.

We hit the loggin’ roads
down in southern pine country,
driving real slow like the rest of the gentry.
Honkin’ and wavin’ our way through Arkansas.

One night I braved up,
said I’d like to marry his daughter,
He handed me a beer and said that I ought’a.
First and only time
I ever hugged that great big man.

He told me we’d go fishing soon,
he knew a great spot near a swampy lagoon.
So we headed out that very next afternoon.

We split up soon after we’d parked,
to find more fish is what he barked,
He’d head up north and I’d go on south.
As I headed down to that hidden stream
through a field of weeds up to my knees,
I found myself soon surrounded by cottonmouth.

Now I don’t know if he was just foolin’,
or if he knew those snakes were a droolin’,
but you better listen to this if you give a hoot:
If your wife’s daddy ever asks you out,
and you’re not sure what it’s all about,
be damn sure to wear your leather snake boots.

He had a flatbed Ford with a big ‘ol motor,
A case of beer in a  white foam toter.
A smile on his face that always said
he’s a good man.

We hit the loggin’ roads
down in southern pine country,
driving real slow like the rest of the gentry.
Honkin’ and wavin’ our way
through Arkansas.
.
.
© 2014 John Allen Richter