My Angeline
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Angelina Baker, lived just down the street
And my my heart would set to achin every time we chanced to meet
Although shes now anothers, I still recall the time
When my little Angie swore that shed always be mine
Temper of a fury, Irish born and bred
Skin of cream and roses, and her hair was curly red
She could sing just like a songbird, in a sweet magnolia June
And she could play upon a young mans heart, like sawin on a fiddle tune
Well the ocean is a mistress, once she gets in the veins
And to live a life without her Lord, would drive a man insane
My Angeline grew jealous, said its either her or me
And she cursed my name in a last farewell, as I set out to sea
For ten long years I terried, in every port of call
Tryin to forget that gal of mine, wouldnt do no good at all
So I went to beg her pardon, and make another start
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)
Im not much good for nothin, my youth long passed away
But if you hand me down my banjo son, I do believe Ill play
Angelina Baker
Angeline I know
I shoulda married Angeline 40 some-odd years ago
Angelina Baker
Angeline I know
I shoulda married Angeline 40 some-odd years ago
Angelina Baker
Angeline I know
I shoulda married Angeline 40 some-odd years ago
End with the verse progression.
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Readable chord sheet for My Angeline by Iiird Tyme Out
[C]Angelina Baker, lived just down the st[Am]reet [C]And my my heart would set to achin every time we chanced to m[Am]eet [C]Although shes now anothers, I still recall the t[Am]ime [C]When my little A[Am]ngie swore that s[Dm]hed always be m[C]ine [C]Temper of a fury, Irish born and b[Am]red [C]Skin of cream and roses, and her hair was curly [Am]red [C]She could sing just like a songbird, in a sweet magnolia J[Am]une [C]And she could play upon a y[Am]oung mans heart, like s[Dm]awin on a fiddle t[C]une [C]Well the ocean is a mistress, once she gets in the v[Am]eins [C]And to live a life without her Lord, would drive a man in[Am]sane [C]My Angeline grew jealous, said its either her or [Am]me [C]And she cursed my name in a l[Am]ast farewell, as[Dm] I set out to s[C]ea [C]For ten long years I terried, in every port of c[Am]all [C]Tryin to forget that gal of mine, wouldnt do no good at [Am]all [C]So I went to beg her pardon, and make another s[Am]tart [C]Just to find my Ang[Am]eline had d[Dm]ied of a broken he[C]art (Verse progression) Note: (If you have a banjo player, strum each following note once while the banjo continues to play) [C]Im not much good for nothin, my youth long passed a[Am]way [C]But if you hand me down my banjo son, I do believe Ill p[Am]lay [C]Angelina B[Dm]aker [C] [Am] Angeline I know I sho[C]ulda married Ang[Am]eline 40 s[Dm]ome-odd years a[C]go [C]Angelina B[Dm]aker Ang[C]eline I k[Am]now I sho[C]ulda married Ang[Am]eline 40 s[Dm]ome-odd years a[C]go [C]Angelina B[Dm]aker Ang[C]eline I k[Am]now I sho[C]ulda married Ang[Am]eline 40 s[Dm]ome-odd years a[C]go End with the verse progression.