"Angel" lyrics

I wanna watch you sitting on a porch swing
Shirt off big buckle in your blue jeans
Tall boy in the cooler put the ice on
Good God, looking like a Lucinda song
Those two blue eyes
Looking back looking up at me
Clothes on the line

Heaven is around you, I can see the halo
Where the hell you come from? You might be an angel
I wanna go all in, cards out on the table
Damn, I'm really hoping you might be an angel
Angel
Angel

You make me wanna put a white dress on
Running like a kid, barefoot on the front lawn
Growing up, I never liked home much
Now I wanna build one of my own with
Your boots at the door
Chevy in the driveway
1964

Heaven is around, you I can see the halo
Where the hell you come from? You might be an angel
I wanna go all in, cards out on the table
Damn I'm really hoping you might be an angel
Angel

Kiss me on my cherry lips
Whisper in my ear, my angel
Can we make it stay like this?
Bitch, you better be an angel
Mama really went through shit
Thinking that she found her angel
I won't take it like she did
Bitch, you better be an angel
Angel

Heaven is around you
'Round you
Glad I finally found you
Glad I finally found you
Cards out on the table
Lay them all down
You better be an angel
Better be a–, better be
Cards out on the table
Set them on the table
Better be an angel