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

Freight train on the trestle rolling east towards the 
Natchez 
Like the one I got off of so long ago 
Outside of a small town where I didn't mean to settle 
down 
Not knowing the seeds I would sow 

Barefoot in the autumn weeds, cotton dress hanging to 
your knees 
To the eyes of a stranger you offered a smile 
Took a job in your daddy's fields, didn't seem like 
such a bad deal 
At least it would do for a while 

We were both young and unabashed, we took what life 
offered 
While your folks were distracted or too tired to care 
As the cold gripped the land the fates forced our hand 
Your dresses fit tighter with the spring in the air 

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

And you and I don't talk a lot, we don't really have to 
We've spent many a year reading each other's minds 
We gave up the lightning, now we don't bother fighting 
These things will happen in time 

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