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


VERSE 1:
Am                C              G               F
Slow train on the trestle, going east 'cross the Neches
Am        C        G
Like the one I got off of a long time ago
F         C                   G              Fmaj7
Outside of a little town where I never meant to settle down
Am          C             G
Not knowing the seeds I would sow


VERSE 2:
Am                  C              G               F
Barefoot in the autumn weeds, cotton dress hanging to your knees
Am        C        G
To the eyes of a stranger you offered a smile
Am                C              G               Fmaj7
I went to work in your daddy's fields, didn't seem like such a bad deal
Am          C             G
At least it would do for a while


VERSE 3:
Am                  C              G               F
We were both young and unabashed, we took what life offered
Am        C        G
When the folks were distracted or too tired to care
Am                C              G          Fmaj7
With a frost on the land the fates forced our hand
Am              C             G
Your dresses fit tighter with spring in the air


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


VERSE 4:
Am                  C              G               F
Now I watch the trains rattle on from the seat of the tractor
Am        C        G
Your daddy's old harness still hangs in the barn
Am                C              G          Fmaj7
And your mama don't like it that our children all scattered
Am              C             G
She swears it's my blood: it was not meant to farm


VERSE 5:
Am                  C              G               F
And you and I don't talk a lot, we really don't have to
Am               C            G
We spent many years reading each other's minds
Am                C              G          Fmaj7
We used up the lightning, now we don't bother fighting
Am              C             G
Such things will happen in time

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