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.