My Angeline

C Am Angelina Baker, lived just down the street C Am And my my heart would set to achin’ every time we chanced to meet C Am Although she’s now another’s, I still recall the time C Am Dm C When my little Angie swore that she’d always be mine C Am Temper of a fury, Irish born and bred C Am Skin of cream and roses, and her hair was curly red C Am She could sing just like a songbird, in a sweet magnolia June C Am Dm C And she could play upon a young man’s heart, like sawin’ on a fiddle tune C Am Well the ocean is a mistress, once she gets in the veins C Am And to live a life without her Lord, would drive a man insane C Am My Angeline grew jealous, said it’s either her or me C Am Dm C And she cursed my name in a last farewell, as I set out to sea C Am For ten long years I terried, in every port of call C Am Tryin’ to forget that gal of mine, wouldn’t do no good at all C Am So I went to beg her pardon, and make another start C Am Dm C Just to find my Angeline had died of a broken heart (Verse progression) Note: (If you have a banjo player, strum each following note once while the banjo continues to play) C Am I’m not much good for nothin’, my youth long passed away C Am But if you hand me down my banjo son, I do believe I’ll play C Dm C Am Angelina Baker… Angeline I know C Am Dm C I should’a married Angeline 40 some-odd years ago C Dm C Am Angelina Baker… Angeline I know C Am Dm C I should’a married Angeline 40 some-odd years ago C Dm C Am Angelina Baker… Angeline I know C Am Dm C I should’a married Angeline 40 some-odd years ago End with the verse progression.