Where Angels Tipped Their Wings
Music by Suzi Killman
The old cowboy reached his favorite shade tree just in time to watch another sunset. He'd seen quite a few in his life, more than his share.
They seem be getting prettier as the years passed by, He picked up his guitar and thought to himself "The sun sets in the mountains, where the longhorn cattle roam. At times I often wonder when I find myself alone”, he softly began to sing ...
They seem be getting prettier as the years passed by, He picked up his guitar and thought to himself "The sun sets in the mountains, where the longhorn cattle roam. At times I often wonder when I find myself alone”, he softly began to sing ...
Where Angels Tipped their Wings
The sunset paints the mountains
Where the Longhorn cattle roam
So remember all the cowboys
From here to San Antone
And the boys like Tom McGuiness
Two daughters and a wife
He was four and twenty
When the cattle took his life
Chorus
And the Sunset paints the mountains
Hear those lonesome cowboys sing
When the Chisum trail crossed over
The Angels tipped their wings
And the boys like Tom McGuiness
Where the longhorn cattle roam
They’ll not see their loved ones
When the trail is heading home
Chorus
And the Sunset paints the mountains
Hear those lonesome cowboys sing
When the Chisum trail crossed over
The Angels tipped their wings
And the boys like Tom McGuiness
When they hear the master call
They’ll not see their loved ones
When the works all done this fall
Chorus
And the sunset paints the mountains
Hear those lonesome cowboys sing
The shadows hide the memories
Where the Angels Tipped their wings
The sunset paints the mountains
Where the Longhorn cattle roam
So remember all the cowboys
From here to San Antone
And the boys like Tom McGuiness
Two daughters and a wife
He was four and twenty
When the cattle took his life
Chorus
And the Sunset paints the mountains
Hear those lonesome cowboys sing
When the Chisum trail crossed over
The Angels tipped their wings
And the boys like Tom McGuiness
Where the longhorn cattle roam
They’ll not see their loved ones
When the trail is heading home
Chorus
And the Sunset paints the mountains
Hear those lonesome cowboys sing
When the Chisum trail crossed over
The Angels tipped their wings
And the boys like Tom McGuiness
When they hear the master call
They’ll not see their loved ones
When the works all done this fall
Chorus
And the sunset paints the mountains
Hear those lonesome cowboys sing
The shadows hide the memories
Where the Angels Tipped their wings
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Poem by R.L. Ron Brinegar.