Oh, my, but you have a pretty face
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You favour a girl that I knew
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I imagine that she's still in Tennessee
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And, by God, I should be there, too
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I've a sadness too sad to be true
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Well I left Tennessee in a hurry, dear
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The same way that I'm leaving you
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But love is mainly just memories
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And everyone's got him a few
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So when I'm gone I'll be glad to love you
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At the brand new Tennessee Waltz
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You're literally waltzing on air
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At the brand new Tennessee Waltz
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There's no telling who will be there
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When I leave it'll be like I found you, love
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Descending Victorian stairs
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Feeling like one of your photographs
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Trapped while I'm putting on airs
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And getting even by saying. "Who cares"
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At the brand new Tennessee Waltz
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You're literally waltzing on air
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At the brand new Tennessee Waltz
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There's no telling who will be there
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So, let all of your passionate violins
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Play a tune for a Tennessee kid
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Who's feeling like leaving another town
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With no place to go if he did
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'Cause they'll catch you wherever you're hid
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At the brand new Tennessee Waltz
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You're literally waltzing on air
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At the brand new Tennessee Waltz
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There's no telling who will be there
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The Brand New Tennessee Waltz
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Joan Baez |