Guardian Angel
by Dawson Smith & Steve Cooke

He came down from Liverpool
He was just passing through
Had a monkey on his back
And his face said born to loose
He was sitting in the corner
Sipping off the top
Put some money on the table
And looked around at what he’d got

He’s a guardian angel, a king of the streets
Heavy to handle, but he’s light on his feet.

He went down to take his first shot
Then he stopped to think
Said if I win by the 8 ball
Does the house buy me a drink
I said that’s the usual
But its me that’s gonna make the call
Next time that I turned around
He’d taken every ball

Chorus
He’s a guardian angel, king of the streets
Heavy to handle, but light on his feet
A guardian angel, he’s a watcher of the night
Keeping us all safe at home
He’s making everything alright

We sat and we talked awhile
He told me about his life
About a wife and a family
And a break up with his wife
Now he just keeps on moving
Under cold grey skies
And you know he’ll never settle down
You can see it in his eyes

Chorus

Time went by so quickly
Then it was time to leave
I said you gonna be alright

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