Well, she was a Kentucky girl, born on Valentine's Day
The fourth child of five to my grandma, Eula May
But now the closer I get to them, the bigger they are
Her Daddy spent his life workin' in the coal mines

And that Angel married my old man
When he turned ten years old, in May 8, '53
And calloused hands became my old man
An' that little boy with big blue eyes

So shy and beautiful with sunset hair and emerald eyes
He grew up fearin' God in Washburn, Tennessee
'Cause my folks are just like mountains, I looked at from afar
For Mama and my old man, for Mama and Dad
So this is just a song to say how thankful I am
There's no way a phone call could express what's in my heart
But even Saints need Angels to show them the way
An' he could only dream of things like little league baseball
Now in my eyes, all my life, my Daddy's been a Saint

And now I'm glad that more than once they rattled my stubborn head
The closest thing he had to a dad was his Uncle Bob

And there were times I tried to buck the truthful things they said
The time seems to fly anymore and the holidays are so far apart
And over thirty-seven years ago, he asked for Margaret Lynn's hand