"Evangelina" genre: Country General
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	A West Texas story song that is as stark as the landscape.
	CD: None   Label: Demo Credits: Olin Murrell/Jeff Walter
	Story Behind the Song Written with Jeff Walter, via email. We wrote a bunch of stuff into this story that didn't make it into the song. It's just a story about an unfortunate lady who meets up with the ultimate con man. It's an entirely made up story, though some have thought that it might have been taken from the real-life story of a later day Texas preacher. It wasn't. Thanks to Denny Martin, who produced this demo, and to Eddie Dunbar who did the vocal. Lyrics EVANGELINA Copyright 1995: Olin Murrell/Jeff Walter Evangelina gave more meaning to the nights in Amarillo than that Bible-thumping holy man who said, "She's going to hell." She was not a fallen angel. She lay down at night on purpose, 'Cause to buy the things she needed, she was all she had to sell. Her baby boy, back home asleep, had never known his daddy, A prairie Prince Charming, with a disarming snake-oil smile. Evangelina never told a soul about the father. No one would have believed. She?d have found herself on trial. Evangelina. There were those who wouldn't greet her As she walked alone down Main Street, to Spellman's general store. She was a cool panhandle breeze. She brought strong men to their knees. Like a tumbleweed caught on the wind, she can't go back no more. Evangelina finally gave in and headed westward. The preacher took her baby, ignoring mama's cries. The boy grew into a man in a storm of fire and brimstone. One day in the mirror, he saw he had that preacher's eyes. Evangelina. There were those who wouldn't greet her As she walked alone down Main Street, to Spellman's general store. She was a cool panhandle breeze. She brought strong men to their knees. Like a tumbleweed caught on the wind, she can't go back no more. Evangelina died one day and her son just up and vanished. Neither left much evidence of ever being born. But when the winds of Amarillo sound like Evangelina moaning, The menfolk all get restless, and the women bolt the doors. Evangelina. There were those who wouldn't greet her As she walked alone down Main Street, to Spellman's general store. She was a cool panhandle breeze. She brought strong men to their knees. Like a tumbleweed caught on the wind, she can't go back no more.

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