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 ruleI heard those stories about Selma and Tuskegee
How she'd helped Martin fill the jails
All I know is she had the strength of ten grown men
Even though her hands were small and frailShe was an everyday angel, the kind without wings
Walking around in this world, just like you and me
Angel, living out love, kind of people we could us a lot more of
Just an everyday angel, everyday angelMarilyn was waiting outside my old man's office
Trying to hide the bruises on her face
He said, "You don't have to get knocked around anymore
You can come and stay at our place"I didn't know till I had kids of my own
But I learned a big lesson that day
What you do means a whole lot more
Then anything you have to sayGo be an everyday angel, the kind without wings
Walking around in this world, just like you and me
Angel, living out love, kind of people we could us a lot more of
Just an everyday angel, everyday angelDave was gonna meet his wife at a coffee shop in Brooklyn
When he heard the alarm sing out "911"
He was running up stairs then he never got back down
Down, downHe was an everyday angel, earnin' his wings
Trying to save people who are just like you and me
Angel, living out love, kind of people we could use a lot more of
Just an everyday angel, everyday angel
Everyday angel, everyday angelEveryday angel