Three Angels Songtext
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Three Angels Songtext
Three angels set the table for me tonight
They know my face, they set a place, and it′s for me tonight
Well, I can't disappoint ′em, I guess I'll join 'em
They′ve been waitin′ on me forever
And I've been down on earth and in this town
And I swear there′s got to be somethin' better
New suit and a new tie
A real nice service for me when I die
New suit, cuff links and a new tie
A real nice service for me when I die
But that′s the thing about leavin'
Well, you get there, you′re seldom forgiven
And all your best friends are people that you've just met
You can take 'em or you leave ′em
Well, they′re sittin' in this barroom
And I guess it beats the hell out of loneliness
Sweet loneliness, sweet loneliness
You say you gave it, gave it all away
But you′ve got nothin', nothin′ left to trade
I hear you say you gave it all away
You've got nothin′, nothin' left to trade
We're the type, we live and learn
Scatter my ashes then you smash the urn
Into a broken room with 25 doors that you can′t open
And each time you open one, the other 24 they′re explodin', explodin′
That's the thing about leavin′
Well, you get there, you take what you're given
All your best friends are people you′ve just met
You can take 'em or you leave 'em
Well, they′re sittin′ in this barroom
I guess that beats the hell out of loneliness sweet
Loneliness sweet, loneliness sweet
Alright
New suit, a new tie
Real nice service for me when I die
They know my face, they set a place, and it′s for me tonight
Well, I can't disappoint ′em, I guess I'll join 'em
They′ve been waitin′ on me forever
And I've been down on earth and in this town
And I swear there′s got to be somethin' better
New suit and a new tie
A real nice service for me when I die
New suit, cuff links and a new tie
A real nice service for me when I die
But that′s the thing about leavin'
Well, you get there, you′re seldom forgiven
And all your best friends are people that you've just met
You can take 'em or you leave ′em
Well, they′re sittin' in this barroom
And I guess it beats the hell out of loneliness
Sweet loneliness, sweet loneliness
You say you gave it, gave it all away
But you′ve got nothin', nothin′ left to trade
I hear you say you gave it all away
You've got nothin′, nothin' left to trade
We're the type, we live and learn
Scatter my ashes then you smash the urn
Into a broken room with 25 doors that you can′t open
And each time you open one, the other 24 they′re explodin', explodin′
That's the thing about leavin′
Well, you get there, you take what you're given
All your best friends are people you′ve just met
You can take 'em or you leave 'em
Well, they′re sittin′ in this barroom
I guess that beats the hell out of loneliness sweet
Loneliness sweet, loneliness sweet
Alright
New suit, a new tie
Real nice service for me when I die
Writer(s): Trent Carr, Hugh Rush Dillon, Mark Malcolm Gibson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com