(Michael Dulaney/Jannie Littlepage)

He prays for the harvest
To bring a record yield
Five generations counting
On his work out in these fields
The only life he knows
Is the soil that he tills
And if the drought don’t take it all
He knows the banker will

He’s waiting for a rain of angels
To turn these dusty acres
Back to a fertle plain
Reward him for his labor
Put his life back in his hands
He’s waiting for a rain of angels

Somewhere in the city
In the hours before dawn
She huddles in a doorway
To dream her hunger gone
Forgotten by the cold world
Frightened by her own
She sips a little whiskey
To forget she is alone

She’s waiting for a rain of angels
To lift her from the shadows
To give her back her name
Turn back all the pages
Give her shelter from the storm
She’s waiting for a rain of angels

And all the places where the battle lines are drawn
When the bullets fly
It doesn’t matter what side you’re standing on
Give the farmer back his land
Pull the helpless from the street
Take the guns out of our hands
And we will be within the angel’s reach

Call down through the ages
Wash away the pain
Only love will remain
We’re all waiting for
Still waiting for a rain of angels

Waiting for a rain of angels
Waiting for a rain of angels
Waiting for a rain of angels

(Mark Spiro/Andrew Gold)

Hey pretty boy whatcha pullin’ on me
Ya think you got it all wrapped up
Lyin’ in the shade of the sycamore tree
Sorry, but it just ain’t enough
You gotta do better than talk the big talk
Or an occasional courtesy call
I ain’t seen roses and I ain’t seen a thing
Of what love’s got to do with it all

If you wanna steal a kiss
Then you’ve gotta steal a piece of my heart
You’re a pretty little boy, but a fumblin’ fool
If you’re goin’ for a tumble in the dark

My oh my have you got a lot to learn
You’ve got to wrap me up in romance
Before you crash and burn
And if you never call me to blow my heart away
Yippy ky yay
(Yippy yippy yippy yippy yippy ky yay
Yippy yippy yippy ky yo
You wanna dance to the rhythm of a country girl
Boy you got a long way to go)

Would it hurt so much to open my door
Or send me a flower or two
‘Cause I believe in love like the good book says
Not the gospel according to you
You can’t two-step around step number one
And then skip down to three and four
You can’t touch me with a ten-foot pole
‘Til you back off a little bit more

If you wanna steal a kiss
Then you’ve gotta steal a piece of my heart
You’re a pretty little boy, but a fumblin’ fool
If you’re goin’ for a tumble in the dark

My oh my have you got a lot to learn
You’ve got to wrap me up in romance
Before you crash and burn
And if you never call me to blow my heart away
Yippy ky yay
(Yippy yippy yippy yippy yippy ky yay
Yippy yippy yippy ky yo
You wanna dance to the rhythm of a country girl
Boy you got a long way to go)

I know what you want
And there are times I want it too
But I’m lookin’ for a gentleman
Who knows just what to do
And I can take the boots and jeans
And even your beat-up Cadillac
But when it comes to what a woman needs
You ain’t no Cary Grant

Hey, hey, oh

My oh my have you got a lot to learn
You’ve got to wrap me up in romance
Before you crash and burn
And if you never call me to blow my heart away
Yippy ky yay
(Yippy yippy yippy yippy yippy ky yay
Yippy yippy yippy ky yo
You wanna dance to the rhythm of a country girl
Boy you got a long way to go)

Yippy ky yay
(Yippy yippy yippy yippy yippy ky yay
Yippy yippy yippy ky yo
You wanna dance to the rhythm of a country girl
Boy you got a long way to go)

Yippy ky yay