Poor Little Angeline

Lyrics
[Intro] Poor little Angeline [Verse 1] She was sweet sixteen, little Angeline Pure and sweet and the cowboy's queen Never had a thrill, was a virgin still Poor little Angeline [Verse 2] Now the foreman he was a crud confess The biggest bastard in the whole southwest And he set his heart on a vital part Of poor little Angeline [Verse 3] Came the country fair and the foreman was there He was drumming and a-coming in the village square When he chanced to see the dainty little knee Of poor little Angeline [Verse 4] As she raised her skirt to avoid the dirt Skipping o'er the puddles of the foreman's squirt Her thigh he saw, his nerves went raw Poor little Angeline [Verse 5] So he raised his hat and he said, "Your cat Has been hit by a horse, smashed quite flat My buggy's in the square, I'll take you there Poor little Angeline [Verse 6] They had not gone far when he stopped to spar He dragged her in to the horseshoe bar And he filled her with gin to tempt her to sin Poor little Angeline [Verse 7] When he filled her well, they drove to a dell And there he started in to give her hell His spirit soared as he jumped aboard Poor little Angeline [Verse 8] Angeline cried, "Rape!" as he raised her cape But poor little thing there was no escape Unless someone came to defend the name Of poor little Angeline [Verse 9] Now, it can be told that the blacksmith bold Had loved Angeline for years untold He was handsome true and faithful too to Poor little Angeline [Verse 10] But sad to say, on that very same day He'd been sent to jail and was there to stay For coming in his pants at the local dance with Poor little Angeline [Verse 11] Now, the window of his cell overlooked the dell He saw the foreman a-giving her hell He rammed the bars with his massive arms Poor little Angeline [Verse 12] He kicked the foreman square on the butt And he kneed the villain on his low swung nut Till he fled from the scene with a painful gut Poor little Angeline [Verse 13] She said, "Darling blacksmith, I love you I see by your trousers you love me too I'm still undressed, come do your best With poor little Angeline" [Outro] Poor little Angeline
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Credits
- Writers
- Oscar Brand