Letras
Wings & Overalls
He wasn't one for fancy things,
Didn't talk much about his wings.
But every day he walked this place
With quiet strength and steady grace.
Old brown boots and overalls,
Tattoos fading down his arms-
The kind of man who'd fix your world
With rough-cut hands and gentle charm.
Yeah, angels come in different forms,
Some survive a thousand storms.
Some don't shine or float or call-
Some wear wings and overalls.
And if heaven keeps a list at all,
His name's somewhere on that wall-
An angel made from grit and fall,
In wings...
And overalls.
He raised me right, he raised me real,
Taught me how a man should feel.
Hard when life demanded steel,
Soft where kindness makes you kneel.
And when my babies came along,
He loved them deep and loved them strong-
Best friend they could ever claim,
They still light up at his name.
I learned his strength in quiet ways,
How real men show up through the days.
No braggin' rights, no need to boast,
Just doin' right where it counts most.
And now I see him in myself-
In tools I grab down off the shelf,
In every time my children call-
They hear his echo in us all.
Yeah, angels come in different forms,
Some survive a thousand storms.
Some don't glow or preach at all-
Some wear wings and overalls.
And if heaven keeps a list at all,
His name's somewhere on that wall-
An angel built to stand, not fall,
In wings...
And overalls.
I still catch him in small things-
Coffee steam, a porch light ring,
The way I walk, the way I talk,
The way I try to stand up strong.
He's in my kids, he's in these halls,
In every rise and every fall-
Still guiding me through life's hard calls,