Lyric We Can t All Be Angels

(David Lee Murphy/Danny Tate)

Late nights and smokey ole pool rooms
Bars closin down at three
And I m right here in the middle of it all
With the bad company
Well maybe you don t understand it
Oh and we might never agree
But I m past the point of making excuses
That s what I am and I guess the truth is

We can t all be angels
Naw naw naw
I can t say that
I claim to be much of a
Saint after all
But I can tell you it ain t so bad
Once you ve learned how to fall

Flyin down these ole backroads
Is when I feel at my best
When I ve twisted all the rules that ll bend
And broken all the rest
Now I ll never try to change you
Oh and I d never do you no wrong

We can t all be angels
Naw naw naw
I can t say that
I claim to be much of a
Saint after all
But I can tell you it ain t so bad
Once you ve learned how to fall

There s alot to be said for good clean livin
And if I have to sneak through the back door to heaven

We can t all be angels
Naw naw naw
I can t say that
I claim to be much of a
Saint after all
But I can tell you it ain t so bad
Once you ve learned how to fall