Roadside Angel

From the south side of Chicago On Woodland Avenue The youngest of eight children With a voice that soared and soothed Singing at the Lincoln Center The church a block away Like a perfect angel As the Red Sanders Band played She said, "Baby, can we just go some place warm And stay there 'til the baby's born? I'll be your roadside angel and walk with you through life" She was his roadside angel, he was her guiding light They drove south from New York City To Gainesville, Florida Settled for two summers There with Marc and Maya She said, "Baby, can we just go some place warm And stay there 'til the baby's born? I'll be your roadside angel and walk with you through life" She was his roadside angel, he was her guiding light He loved her from the moment he saw her At the top of the electric theater stairs Wrapped in his loving arms she lay Listening to Stevie, she flew away, she flew away Baby, can we just go some place warm And stay there 'til the baby's born? I'll be your roadside angel and walk with you through life She was his roadside angel, he was her guiding light She was his roadside angel, he was her guiding light