Standard (EADGBE)

Angelina Baker, lived just down the street

And my my heart would set to achin’ every time we chanced to meet

Although she’s now another’s, I still recall the time

When my little Angie swore that she’d 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 man’s 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 it’s 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, wouldn’t 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

Break

(Verse progression)

Note: (If you have a banjo player, strum each following note once while the banjo

continues to play)

I’m not much good for nothin’, my youth long passed away

But if you hand me down my banjo son, I do believe I’ll play

Angelina Baker

Angeline I know

I should’a married Angeline 40 some-odd years ago

Angelina Baker… Angeline I know

I should’a married Angeline 40 some-odd years ago

Angelina Baker… Angeline I know

I should’a married Angeline 40 some-odd years ago

End with the verse progression.