guardian angel
outlaw country comedy ballad with dark humor and cinematic storytelling male lead vocal with weathered baritone delivery full of sarcastic heartbreak and late night whiskey wisdom mood should balance supernatural barroom comedy emotional loneliness gritty honky tonk realism divine frustration and smoky southern storytelling instrumentation twangy telecaster guitar upright bass and steady kick drum brushed snare during verses mournful fiddle fills occasional church style organ swells underneath the chorus subtle celestial textures hidden in the background dramatic steel guitar bends haunting electric guitar solo during instrumental break production warm analog barroom sound with deep amber atmosphere feels like a guardian angel drinking away his assignment in a neon lit roadside honky tonk somewhere between heaven and tennessee influences Country, outlaw country, Americana storytelling david allan coe outlaw grit with the witty supernatural flavor of a los
guardian angel
outlaw country comedy ballad with dark humor and cinematic storytelling male lead vocal with weathered baritone delivery full of sarcastic heartbreak and late night whiskey wisdom mood should balance supernatural barroom comedy emotional loneliness gritty honky tonk realism divine frustration and smoky southern storytelling instrumentation twangy telecaster guitar upright bass and steady kick drum brushed snare during verses mournful fiddle fills occasional church style organ swells underneath the chorus subtle celestial textures hidden in the background dramatic steel guitar bends haunting electric guitar solo during instrumental break production warm analog barroom sound with deep amber atmosphere feels like a guardian angel drinking away his assignment in a neon lit roadside honky tonk somewhere between heaven and tennessee influences Country, outlaw country, Americana storytelling david allan coe outlaw grit with the witty supernatural flavor of a los
Lyrics
Well I was drowning your memory again last night.
I was almost smiling at closing time.
a man in a overcoat sat down next to me.
I could tell he wasn’t feeling too fine.
He was dropping feathers from under his coat.
I said I’ll buy a drink for your chicken too.
He said you don’t know the gospel truth.
Or the hell that i’ve been through, and he said…
[chorus]
If this is the fate of a guardian angel,
I don’t want no part of this.
She’s made my heavenly life a hell.
Saint Peter take me off the list.
[verse 2]
He ordered a double shot of heavenly hooch.
Shaking so bad I helped him take his drink.
He said much obliged, look what she’s done to me.
That woman is the devil’s missing link.
He said I was watchin’ over her but I just quit.
‘Cause she’d drive the pope to perdition, and he said.
[chorus]
If this is the fate of a guardian angel,
I don’t want no part of this.
She’s made my heavenly life a hell.
Saint Peter take me off the list.
[instrumental break]
[bridge]
I sat wondering who she was as he told his fate.
The story sounded so familiar.
When he said your name, I knew you were to blame.
I said buddy, you’re lucky she didn’t kill ya!
[chorus]
So that was the fate of the guardian angel.
He drank ’til he opened a heavenly gate.
He vanished in a puff of whiskey smoke.
And I began prayin’ for a different fate.