Oh, my, but you have a pretty face,
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You favor 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 schould be there, too
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I´ve a sadness too sad to be true.
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But I left Tennessee in a hurry, Dear,
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The same way that I´m leaving you,
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´Cause 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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(CHORUS)
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At the brand new Tennessee Waltz you´re lit ´rally waltzing on air;
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At the brand new Tennessee Waltz there ain´t 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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I´m 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 asking, "Who cares".
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So, have 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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Jesse Winchester
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Copyright 1969 by Fourth Floor Music, Inc.
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Brand New Tennessee Waltz
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| Stanley Brothers |
