Oh, my, but you have a pretty face,
You favor a girl that I knew,
I imagine that she´s still in Tennessee,
And, by God, I schould be there, too
I´ve a sadness too sad to be true.
But I left Tennessee in a hurry, Dear,
The same way that I´m leaving you,
´Cause love is mainly just memories
And everyone´s got him a few,
So when I´m gone I´ll be glad to love you.
(CHORUS)
At the brand new Tennessee Waltz you´re lit ´rally waltzing on air;
At the brand new Tennessee Waltz there ain´t no telling who will be there.
When I leave it´ll be like I found you, Love,
Descending Victorian stairs,
I´m feeling like one of your photographs
Trapped while I´m putting on airs,
And getting even by asking, "Who cares".
So, have all of your passionate violins
Play a tune for a Tennessee kid,
Who´s feeling like leaving another town
With no place to go if he did,
´Cause they´ll catch you wherever you're hid.
Jesse Winchester
Copyright 1969 by Fourth Floor Music, Inc.
