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Old Angel Midnight

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Old Angel Midnight


Written: 1972

Writers: David Jenneson, Alan Hovden

Status: Unrecorded and unpublished.

Genre and Style: Country Blues

Comments: Dave: I wrote this song after a night playing at the Big O when everyone in the audience went home with a woman and I walked home alone. It is probably the saddest yet most spiritually hopeful song I have ever written. It was inspired by the title to the 1966 book of Jack Kerouac’s poetry. It is a beautiful, hopeful ballad that balances the blues of gong home alone late at night with the almost blind faith that someone is watching over you and tomorrow will be better. I still feel an almost mystical connection to this song. I would bet even money that if it were released by an artist like K.D. Lang it would eventually become a standard.


I went out to look for a lover

That sweet someone waiting for me

And she seemed just as far

As the end of the bar

Then I saw just how wrong I could be

Standing inside my rejection

In the streetlight I saw a reflection

Old Angel Midnight

Over me

Old Angel Midnight

Over me


I started to say I was sorry

For the story my life seemed to tell

Just an old lonesome Jack

I’ll be down in the back

With a bottle of cheap Muscatel

Though she knows every unhappy ending

She smiles with the love she is sending

Old Angel Midnight

Over me

Old Angel Midnight

Over me


One more night of walking home lonely

One more night that will never end

But in the dark sky

The tears that she cries

Wash away all my trouble and sin

Your broken heart she will remember

She looks down and smiles, sweet and tender.

Old Angel Midnight

Over me

Old Angel Midnight

Over me.


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