I went to work this morning
My father looked me in the eye
He said,
Well, I don't know what's wrong with you
But you look sick enough to die
He sent me to the company doctor
He examined from head to toe
He said,
Whatever's wrong with you, young man, you know
My x-ray just won't show
I said,
Angel of Macy
Won't you please look down on me
Oh, Angel of Macy
A little Macy is all I need
The finance company
They just gonna sheet my check
They said they wanna pay me by Friday
They said they wanna pay me by Friday
But I want all of the furniture back
I went to the credit union
To try to make myself alone
They said,
I wouldn't let you have it, young man
But, well, yeah
You won't be working here much longer
I said, Angel of Macy
Won't you please look down on me
I said, Angel of Macy
Won't you please look down on me
Angel of Macy
Oh, Angel of Macy

Is all I need
Is all I need
Oh, oh
Oh!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
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They cut my lights off this morning
And they set my furniture outdoors
I was listening to the weatherman a while ago
And he says it's gonna rain and snow
My daughter got pneumonia
And my son is down with the flu
My whole family's suffering from malnutrition
And I can't even afford them soups
I say, angel of my friend
Won't you please look down on me
My little arsenal's all I need
Tom & Mary
My God
My God

My God
My God
My God















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