Angeline by Thomas Young

Duration

5:03

Genres

Americana / Alt Country

Lyrics

Angeline,she could move like a well oiled machine, It was said she was a lady,that was mean, And she would take up a cause,and she was keen, And she was a woman,that was long and lean, Verse Well when she first appeared,on the scene, She couldn't get around,the way she had been, It was plain to see,she came from good stock, The way she carried herself,you could not mock, Well she came from a plantation,way down south, Her reputation came,by word of mouth, No one new at first,why she was here, Maybe to start a business,that was their fear, Chorus+Bridge Well,she had something to say,and she had her ways, She would start a newspaper,one of these days, And she had a way with words,and a good phrase, And she could put it all together,and it would daze, Well she new how to keep the people,in a haze, And she could have them confused,like going thru a maze, And when the story was done,she would get praise, And she would give her workers,a big fat raise, Chorus+Bridge Well when her first edition,hit the street, The people said this woman,they wanted to meet, Because what she was doing,was quite a feat, So she decided to have, a meet and greet, Then she had an open house,at her biz, And they all got into the wine,and the Cheese Whiz, And some of them also got into,the gin fiz, To much of that bubbly,got them in a tiz, Chorus