(david lee murphy/danny tate)



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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