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