Angeline

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Angeline, Angeline, darker 
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nights I've never seen
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I don't love these East Texas pines
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Where I can't find my sleep in 
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the shadows so deep
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And dark as the doubts in my mind


VERSE 1:
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Slow train on the trestle, going 
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east 'cross the Neches
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Like the one I got off of a long 
time ago
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Outside of a little town where I
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 never meant to settle down
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Not knowing the seeds I would sow


VERSE 2:
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Barefoot in the autumn weeds, 
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cotton dress hanging to your knees
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To the eyes of a stranger you 
offered a smile
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I went to work in your daddy's 
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fields, didn't seem like such a bad 
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Am          C             G
At least it would do for a while


VERSE 3:
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We were both young and unabashed, 
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we took what life offered
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When the folks were distracted or 
too tired to care
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With a frost on the land the 
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fates forced our hand
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Your dresses fit tighter with spring
 in the air


CHORUS:
F         C            G        
Angeline, Angeline, darker 
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nights I've never seen
Am               C          G
I don't love these East Texas pines
F             C            G    
Where I can't find my sleep in 
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the shadows so deep
Am          C            G
And dark as the doubts in my mind


VERSE 4:
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Now I watch the trains rattle on 
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from the seat of the tractor
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Your daddy's old harness still hangs
 in the barn
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And your mama don't like it that 
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our children all scattered
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She swears it's my blood: it was not
 meant to farm


VERSE 5:
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And you and I don't talk a lot, we
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 really don't have to
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We spent many years reading each 
other's minds
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We used up the lightning, now we 
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don't bother fighting
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Such things will happen in time

CHORUS:
F         C            G        
Angeline, Angeline, darker 
         F
nights I've never seen
Am               C          G
I don't love these East Texas pines
F             C            G    
Where I can't find my sleep in 
      Fmaj7
the shadows so deep
Am          C            G
And dark as the doubts in my mind