When you left the reservation Didn't I promise you my life? Said I'd make it in the city; I can't farm this land no more And didn't you like the dress I bought you at the ladies store in town So the people wouldn't be laughing At the Indian skins you wore Oh Angelina, did you have to go so far Seven weeks I have not found you And it's snowing on the mountain Waiting at the railway station I didn't mean to make you cry But the conductor said to hurry Or we'd all be left behind You know I couldn't ne'er bought the ticket If it cost a dollar more And I laughed, laughed and turned around To take your hand and you were gone