James McMurtry - Angeline

^FAngeline, ^CAngeline, dar^Gker nights I've ne^Fver seen ^AmI don't love thes^Ce East Texa^Gs pines ^FWhere I can't ^Cfind my sleep^G in the sha^Fmaj7dows so deep ^AmAnd dark as ^Cthe doubts in^G my mind

^AmSlow train on the ^Ctrestle, going ^Geast 'cross the ^FNeches ^AmLike the o^Cne I got ^Goff of a long time ago ^FOutside of^C a little town where^G I never meant ^Fmaj7to settle down ^AmNot knowing ^Cthe seeds I wo^Guld sow

^AmBarefoot in the autu^Cmn weeds, cotto^Gn dress hanging ^Fto your knees ^AmTo the eye^Cs of a st^Granger you offered a smile ^AmI went to work in ^Cyour daddy's fi^Gelds, didn't see^Fmaj7m like such a bad deal ^AmAt least it ^Cwould do for a^G while

^AmWe were both young a^Cnd unabashed, w^Ge took what life^F offered ^AmWhen the f^Colks were^G distracted or too tired to care ^AmWith a frost on th^Ce land the fate^Gs forced ou^Fmaj7r hand ^AmYour dresses fit^C tighter with ^Gspring in the air

^FAngeline, ^CAngeline, dar^Gker nights I've ne^Fver seen ^AmI don't love thes^Ce East Texa^Gs pines ^FWhere I can't ^Cfind my sleep^G in the sha^Fmaj7dows so deep ^AmAnd dark as ^Cthe doubts in^G my mind

^AmNow I watch the trai^Cns rattle on fr^Gom the seat of t^Fhe tractor ^AmYour daddy^C's old ha^Grness still hangs in the barn ^AmAnd your mama don'^Ct like it that ^Gour childre^Fmaj7n all scattered ^AmShe swears it's ^Cmy blood: it w^Gas not meant to farm

^AmAnd you and I don't ^Ctalk a lot, we ^Greally don't hav^Fe to ^AmWe spent many yea^Crs reading ea^Gch other's minds ^AmWe used up the lig^Chtning, now we ^Gdon't bothe^Fmaj7r fighting ^AmSuch things will^C happen in tim^Ge

^FAngeline, ^CAngeline, dar^Gker nights I've ne^Fver seen ^AmI don't love thes^Ce East Texa^Gs pines ^FWhere I can't ^Cfind my sleep^G in the sha^Fmaj7dows so deep ^AmAnd dark as ^Cthe doubts in^G my mind