angelina

when you left the reservation, didn't i promise you my life?, said i'd make it in the city;, i can't farm this land no more, and didn't you like the dress, i bought you at the ladies store in town, so the people wouldn't be laughing, at the indian skins you wore, oh angelina, did you have to go so far, seven weeks i have not found you, and it's snowing on the mountain, waiting at the railway station, i didn't mean to make you cry, but the conductor said to hurry, or we'd all be left behind, you know i couldn't ne'er bought the ticket, if it cost a dollar more, and i laughed, laughed and turned around, to take your hand and you were gone