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She was born at a rest stop on the Kansas line
In the back of a Dodge in the summer
Her momma named her Indiana their license plate
And with the hum of the on the interstate
She was

They left her at a Denny's up in
In a blanket her name written on a note
They said, "Forgive us Lord for not her
But this child has a better chance of it
In someone arms"

And a crazy thing
Fate has wings
All the way the line
Angels overtime
Angels working

She was raised in a place called Cheyenne
But she never fit in and everyone tell
That she didn't belong in some prairie
And when she turned eighteen she a ticket out
On a

They stopped a few out of Santa Fe
She got out for a smoke and drove away
She hitched a ride a boy right out of school
He "I'm headed out west" and she said
"Me to if alright"

And it's a thing
Fate has perfect
All the way the line
Angels working
Angels overtime

It took a couple hundred miles they fell in love
They forever was the only thing good enough
And in a moment of in a motel room
They held on tight and aim was true
Now countin' down the days
And dreamin' all night in an in LA

a crazy thing
Fate has perfect
All the way the line
Angels overtime

It's a crazy
has perfect wings
All the way down the
Angels working
Angels working

She was at a rest stop
On the Kansas state
Angels overtime

She was
She was
She was