You just need a comfortable place
where you can stop and think.
You just need a comfortable person
to serve your drink.
It’s the door under the worn out sign.
The place the neighbors go to unwind.
Oh, the Tavern Angeline.
The Angeline. The Angeline.
People say what they mean
at the Tavern Angeline.
Mr. Johnson sits right by the door
and tells the same three jokes.
They passed the law a few years ago,
but everyone still smokes.
Lucius says a job is hard to find.
The barkeep points to the “cash only” sign.
Oh, at the Tavern Angeline.
The Angeline. The Angeline.
People say what they mean
at the Tavern Angeline.
They say the mob used to run this town
from the room upstairs.
The owner talks about those bygone days
to anyone who cares.
Three generations grown up in this place.
Outside the world keeps changing. There’s no trace.
Oh, inside the Tavern Angeline.
The Angeline. The Angeline.
People say what they mean
at the Tavern Angeline.
The Angeline. The Angeline.
Raise a glass to all it’s seen.
The Tavern Angeline.