A ring nAnd a six string;nHer world nIn a bag.nShe sits at my door.nAngel of mercy,nTired and frail;nShe's been strummingnThe same old chord.nShe says:nLet me grant you,nLet me grant younOne wish.nLook inside my bag,nHoney,nTake your pick.nSearch your conscience,nThen choose your cause,nAnd the miracle nWill be yours.n[Chorus]n'Cause I'm giving away a miracle.nGiving away freedom and hope.nGiving away a miracle,nAnd the miracle will be yours.nShe will give you the brass ring;nThe world if she can;nEvery miraclenThat she owns.nHer faith is a virtue.nHer grace - divine.nShe's an angel in tattered clothes,nAnd she says:nLet me grant you,nLet me grant younOne wish.nLook inside my bag,nHoney,nTake your pick.nSearch your conscience,nThen just choose your cause,nAnd the miraclenWill be yours.n[Chorus]nA ringnAnd a six string;nHer world in a bag.nShe sits at my door;nAngel of mercy;nTired and frail.nShe'll be strummingnThe same old chord.n[Chorus x 2]