Back in 1850, Stephen Foster published a song called Angelina Baker. Somewhere along the way it morphed into a fiddle tune known as Angeline the Baker. It’s a tune about regret:
I bought Angeline a brand new dress
Neither black nor brown
It was the color of the stormy sky
when the rain comes pouring down16 horses in my team
The leader he was blind
I dreamed that I was dying
And I saw my AngelineAngeline the Baker
Angeline I know
I should have married Angeline
20 years ago.
It’s a simple tune, just two chords. Sometimes the best tunes are simplest ones. They are “just so” as if they’ve always been with us, waiting to be voiced.
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