Miss Laura fed the hungry in the church house basement
After she'd retired from teaching school
She'd pick my son up in her arms on Sundays
To teach him all about the golden rule
I heard those stories about Selma and Tuskeegee
How she helped Martin fill the jails
All I know is she had the strength of ten grown men
Even though her hands were small and frail
She was an everyday angel, the kind without wings
Walking around in this world, just like you and me
Angel, livin' out of love, the kind of people we could use a lot more of
Just an everyday angel, everyday angel
Marilyn was waiting outside my old man's office
Walking around in this world, just like you and me
Angel, livin' out love, the kind of people we could use a lot more of