Assume a Gente

Assume a Gente (Ao Vivo)

You only get one momma so treat her like that and tell her you love her today!

Angels Are Real   
(Marvin Shelton-ASCAP)


Verse 1
Just past the midnight hour
I'm saying a prayer under the water tower
Out on the edge of town
I know your daddy's probably sitting on the front porch with the light on
But I don't wanna take you home
Just let me look at you
You're just too good to be true

Chorus
Girl I wanna know more of you
I don't wanna let go of you
Who knew heaven was at the end of Main Street
I just took a left when I got to the old oak tree
you're sitting next to me, holding my hand in my '89 Chevy
Moonlight glowing on you through the windshield
You're the answer to my prayers, angels are real

Verse 2
I never thought that I could have a spiritual awakening
But girl that's where you're taking me, oh
Just let me hold you
Oh make my dreams come  true


Chorus
Girl I wanna know more of you
I don't wanna let go of you
Who knew heaven was at the end of Main Street
I just took a left when I got to the old oak tree
you're sitting next to me, holding my hand in my '89 Chevy
Moonlight glowing on you through the windshield
You're the answer to my prayers, angels are real

Bridge
Amen girl, hallelujah
Amen girl, hallelujah
Amen

Chorus
I think I want no more of you
And I ain't ever letting go of you
I found heaven at the end of Main Street
I just took a left when I got to the old oak tree
And you're sitting next to me, holding my hand in my '89 Chevy
Falling in love out by the hayfield
And I can't hide how I feel
Moonlight glowing on you through the windshield
You're the answer to my prayers, angels are real

Angels Are Real

Borrowed Blade is country grit and gospel backbone—songs hammered on an anvil of hard times, small-town faith, and second chances. Fiddle cries, pedal steel sighs, and a low Telecaster growl carry stories of men and women who don’t run from the storm; they ride straight through it. These tracks lean on porch-light prayers, two-lane highways, court dates, and kitchen-table reconciliations. The title speaks to winning with what tried to wound you: you take the lie, break it in half, and use it for a handle. From barroom whispers to Sunday-morning vows, the record moves from hush to holler—brush snare shuffles, train beats, waltzes, and boot-stomp 4/4. This is not revenge; it’s redemption with calluses. Press play when you need courage you can hear and a map you can follow.

Assume a Gente (Ao Vivo)

João Bosco e Gabriel

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