(Radney Foster)



Miss Laura fed the hungry in the church house basement

After she retired from teaching school

She'd pick my son up in her arms on Sundays

To teach him all about the golden rule

I heard those stories about Selma and Tuskeegee

How she helped Martin fill the jail

All I know is she had the strength of te grown men

Even though her hands were small and frail



She was an everyday angel,the kind without wings

Walking around in the world,just like you and me

Angel,living out love

The kind of people we could us a lot more of

Just an everyday angel,everyday angel



Marilyn was waiting outside my old man's office

Trying to hide the bruises on her face

He said,"You don't have to get knocked around anymore"

"You can come and live at our place"

I didn't know till I had kids of my own

But I learn a big lesson that day

What you do means a whole lot more

Then anything you have to say



Go be an everyday angel,the kind without wings

Walking round in this world,just like you and me

Angel,living out love

The kind of people we could use a lot more of

An everyday angel,everyday angel



Dave was gonna meet his wife at a coffee shop in Brooklyn

When he heard the alarm sing out

911,he was running up the stairs then he never got back down

Down,down



He was an everyday angel,earnin' his wings

Trying to save people who are just like you and me

Angel,living out love

The kind of people we could use a lot more of

An everyday angel,everyday angel

Everyday angel,everyday angel



Everyday angel