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 down
16 horses in my team
The leader he was blind
I dreamed that I was dying
And I saw my Angeline
Angeline 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.