(Radney Foster)

Miss Laura fed the hungry in the church house ba!@&(t

After she retired from teaching school
She'd pick my son up in her arms on Sundays
To teach him all about the golden rule

I heard those stories about Selma and Tuskeegee
How she helped Martin fill the jail
All I know is she had the strength of te grown men

Even though her hands were small and frail

She was an everyday angel,the kind without wings

Walking around in the world,just like you and me
Angel,living out love
The kind of people we could us a lot more of

Just an everyday angel,everyday angel

Marilyn was waiting outside my old man's office

Trying to hide the bruises on her face
He said,"You don't have to get knocked around anymore"
"You can come and live at our place"

I didn't know till I had kids of my own
But I learn a big lesson that day
What you do means a whole lot more

Then anything you have to say

Go be an everyday angel,the kind without wings

Walking round in this world,just like you and me
Angel,living out love
The kind of people we could use a lot more of

An everyday angel,everyday angel

Dave was gonna meet his wife at a coffee shop in Brooklyn

When he heard the alarm sing out
911,he was running up the stairs then he never got back down
Down,down


He was an everyday angel,earnin' his wings
Trying to save people who are just like you and me

Angel,living out love
The kind of people we could use a lot more of
An everyday angel,everyday angel

Everyday angel,everyday angel

Everyday angel