There's a right way and a wrong way
You say the choice is mine
The difference in between the two
Is hard to define
So I can't swear to what I know
Is or isn't true
But I would bet that the angels sing
A lot like Emmylou
Emmylou don't listen to the gossip in this town
She don't want to hear it second hand
God alone in heaven knows
Where on earth that angel goes
There's one of many things I wish that I could understand
I can't wait 'til I get to heaven
It's gonna be great
A band of angels singing at some shiny pearly gate
Now I put my faith in something
That I can't prove is true
I will hope them angels sing as good as Emmylou
