Evangeline is on the road Just barely seventeen When she left home Don't know where she is Or where she's goin' She is the queen of make believe, Evangeline I can still remember that little girl Black eyes just starin' at this big old world Went off to find some American dream Train ticket in one hand and her new blue jeans CHORUS She went out dancin' on a Saturday night Silk stockings and high heels Blue liner on her eyes Come Sunday mornin' She's all alone Head lyin' on the night stand By the telephone CHORUS she is the queen of make believe, Evangeline