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LEADFOOT ANGELS
WORDS & MUSIC: Earl P. Reinhalter
I. in the moonlight,
father said, "son,
if you go out,
leave me your gun."
by the moonlight,
grandfather said, "boy,
leadfoot angels
fly without joy."
CHORUS: scene of the crime,
who cares?
it's a desperate climb
downstairs.
I've seen the homes
of the brave.
they live in jail
or the grave.
II. where do the youth gangs
go when they're old?
when do speeders
run out of road?
if life stops you,
the ending is hard.
if you slow down,
you skip that part.
(repeat chorus)
III. I was walking.
they were so brisk.
swift snowballing
of ultimate risk.
'round the corner,
red lights flash;
blackened mourners,
pyres of ash.
(repeat chorus)
© Copyright 1985 Earl P. Reinhalter. All Rights Reserved.
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