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I am an old woman named after my mother
My old man is another child thats grown old
If dreams were lightning thunder was desire
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago

Chorus:
Make me an angel that flies from montgomry
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go

When I was a young girl well, I had me a cowboy
He werent much to look at, just free rambling man
But that was a long time and no matter how I try
The years just flow by like a broken down dam.

Theres flies in the kitchen I can hear em there buzzing
And I aint done nothing since I woke up today.
How the hell can a person go to work in the morning
And come home in the evening and have nothing to say.
This is one of those songs that gets me. Every time. I’m not even sure I can pinpoint why. Actually, in some ways I can. The line in the chorus (as Susan Tedeshi sings it — the video link to her performing is above), “Just give me one thing, Lord, that I can hold onto”. It gets me. I guess because that’s an plea that resonates with me these days.   It’s a song that can make me cry, particularly with “To believe in this living is just a hard way to go”.  Tonight while dancing, the performers covered this song and did a superb job.  There was no one I wanted to dance with. No one who could meet me at the heart level there at that moment and who could also break out and dance at the level I needed.
So I sat at the table and watched the band, the song, it hit me in the core, and I felt it. And I had to move. I enjoy solo blues — I don’t do it often enough, and don’t always want to, but when I need to it’s right, and it’s part of what blues dancing was and is — it’s part of the history. Most people in Vancouver don’t know what solo blues is, unless the’ve travelled. But it had to be solo. I had to get stuff out and I’m glad I did. That solo blues danced to that song might have been the best song of my night.