Demo produced and sung
by Kimo Forrest
COWBOY ANGELS don't play harps up there in heaven.
They much prefer to hear a steel guitar,
And their wings of pearly white, sparkle through the night,
Reflecting from the rhinestone studded stars.
COWBOY ANGELS don't play harps up there in heaven.
It's just too tame for them to two-step to,
And all those fluffy little clouds can't handle all the crowds,
For this honky-tonking, halo wearing crew.
Chorus:
And if I get be a COWBOY ANGEL,
And go to heaven when my time on earth is through,
Yes, if I get to be a COWBOY ANGEL,
I'll play the songs the way the cowboys do.
COWBOY ANGELS don't play harps up there in heaven.
You know, that's not the way their tune would go.
They need a little twang when the singer starts to "sang",
A song of buckaroos and rodeos.
COWBOY ANGELS don't play harps up there in heaven.
That sound won't make them smile or bring a tear,
So they spend their days and nights in the glow of neon lights,
With the music and the mem'ries they hold dear.
Repeat Chorus
