| Infamous Angel |
| Iris Dement |
| Last night before I went to sleep, |
| My knees dropped to the floor. |
| I turned me eyes up to the sky, |
| And I prayed: "Please help me, Lord. |
| "You know I've sowed my wild oats, |
| "And now the fun's all gone." |
| And then I heard these tender words, |
| And I put them in my song: |
| "Infamous Angel, come on home, |
| "To someone who loves you, |
| "And knows you needed to roam. |
| "Grab your things, a ticket's waiting, |
| "At the bus depot: |
| "For: 'Infamous Angel, Destination: Home'." |
| I heard Heaven's choir rejoicing, |
| As the tears broke from my eyes. |
| And all at once it lifted, |
| The weight from my past life. |
| I found a pen and I left a note, |
| On the dresser drawer: |
| "Infamous Angel: she don't live here anymore." |
| "Infamous Angel, come on home, |
| "To someone who loves you, |
| "And knows you needed to roam. |
| "Grab your things, a ticket's waiting, |
| "At the bus depot: |
| "For: 'Infamous Angel, Destination: Home'." |
| Solo(Dobro) |
| Then I hurried out the back door, |
| As quickly as I could. |
| I went flying down two flights of stairs, |
| 'Til on the street I stood. |
| And there I took that final look, |
| At my old neighbourhood. |
| Then I ran down the street proclaiming: |
| "Angel: gone for good." |
| Infamous Angel, going home, |
| To someone who loves her, |
| And knows she needed to roam. |
| She grabbed her things and claimed the ticket, |
| At the bus depot: |
| For: "Infamous Angel, Destination: Home." |
| "Infamous Angel, Destination: Home." |