I By day she was an angel - wearin' angel wings, By night she found heaven - doin' earthly things, She was the talk of the tavern - the gossip on the street, Mama fell out of grace - between some silken sheets. Chorus ..... Just a dimestore angel - she kept fallin' down Nighttime would find her - out runnin' round. II Now Mama was a poor girl - not quite twenty-three, Who had five children - doin' what came naturally, She worked down on the corner - at the local five and dime, While daddy ran a stil - just cross the county line. Chorus ..... Just a dimestore angel - she kept fallin' down Nighttime would find her - out runnin' round. Musical Break ..... Bridge ..... Now Mama didn't have a band of gold - but she had a satin dress, And when the evenin' came along - she'd put it to the test, Sheddin' her angel wings - to do what she did best, She was in such demand - they wouldn't let her rest. III Now townsfolk got together - decidin' it wasnt right, For kids to have a Mother - who was an angel of the night, They called the county shelter - when mama was away, And took us there - to spend our childhood days. Chorus ..... Just a dimestore angel - she kept fallin' down Nighttime would find her - out runnin' round. IV Some said it wasn't fittin' - when my mama passed away, To dress her in that satin dress - for her judgement day, But I knew she'd love the gossip - when laid to final rest, Cause on her stone - I wrote these words - Tag ..... "She did what she did best." (c) Deborah M.Carter Thank you Bill Murray for arranging this for me.