Angelene

she said she was from New York City
looked to me for a reply,
Luke the Drifter's on the jukebox,
"I'm so lonesome I could cry"
she had a face just like an angel,
but really Jesus only knows
what's going on behind those devil eyes
'cause what she's hiding won't show

I know a girl named Angelene
I'd give the world for Angelene

the cup of coffee I was holding
is now as cold as it is black
she went outside to make a phone call,
and I don't think she's coming back

ch.