Lyrics
When you left the reservation
Well, didn't I promise you my life?
I said I'd make it in the city
For I can't farm this land no more
Well, didn't you like the dress I bought you
In the latest store in town?
So the people wouldn't be laughing
At the Indian skins you own
Ooh, Angelina
Ooh, did you have to go so far?
In seven weeks I have not found you
And it's snowing on the mountain
Waiting at the railroad station
I didn't mean to make you cry
But the conductor, he said to hurry
Or we'd all be left behind
And you know I couldn't have bought the tickets
If they'd have cost a dollar more
But when I left, I laughed and turned around
To take your hand, you were gone
Ooh, Angelina
Ooh, did you have to go so far?
In seven weeks I have not found you
And it's snowing on the mountain
In seven weeks I have not found you
And it's snowing on the mountain