Late nights and smokey ole pool rooms Bars closin' down at three And I'm right here in the middle of it all With the bad company Well maybe you don't understand it Oh and we might never agree But I'm past the point of making excuses That's what I am and I guess the truth is
We can't all be angels Naw naw naw I can't say that I claim to be much of a Saint after all But I can tell you it ain't so bad Once you've learned how to fall
Flyin' down these ole backroads Is when I feel at my best When I've twisted all the rules that'll bend And broken all the rest Now I'll never try to change you Oh and I'd never do you no wrong
We can't all be angels Naw naw naw I can't say that I claim to be much of a Saint after all But I can tell you it ain't so bad Once you've learned how to fall
There's alot to be said for good clean livin' And if I have to sneak through the back door to heaven
We can't all be angels Naw naw naw I can't say that I claim to be much of a Saint after all But I can tell you it ain't so bad Once you've learned how to fall
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