Dillon Carmichael - Hell on an Angel Lyrics

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Hell on an Angel

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What Are The Lyrics For Hell on an Angel By Dillon Carmichael?
I fit those cold metal rings around my wrist when I was seventeen
Mamma wondered where she went wrong when it came to raising me I had a bottle and a bible she said there ain’t no in between Well I was hell on an angel That liquor burned like gasoline I had one foot in the fire the other stepping on her wings Well that temperature was rising But I could not feel the heat Well I was hell on an angel That loved the devil out of me Well she wanted her a bad boy with a heart as pure as gold And I loved her till the end of the earth But I sure loved getting stoned It was an early grave or prison Or a family and a home Well I was hell on an angel That liquor burned like gasoline I had one foot in the fire the other stepping on her wings Well that temperature was rising But I could not feel the heat Well I was hell on an angel That loved the devil out of me Well I was hell on an angel That liquor burned like gasoline I had one foot in the fire the other stepping on her wings Well that temperature was rising But I could not feel the heat Well I was hell on an angel That loved the devil out of me I was hell on an angel Loved the devil out of me |
Who Wrote Hell on an Angel By Dillon Carmichael?
Daniel Eric Smalley, Dillon Carmichael
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What's The Duration Of The Hell on an Angel By Dillon Carmichael?The duration of Hell on an Angel is 4:34 minutes and seconds. |
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