outside the nashville city limits by joan baez
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outside the nashville city limits , a friend and i did drive
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on a day in early winter , i was glad to be alive
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we went to see some friends of his , who lived upon a farm
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strange and gentle country folk , who wished nobody harm
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fresh – cut sixty acres , eight cows in the barn
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but the thing that i remember , on that cold day in december
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was that my eyes they did brim over , as we talked .
in the slowest drawl i had ever heard , the man said “come with me ,
if y’all wanna see the prettiest place , in all of tennessee . ”
he poured us each a glass of wine , and A – walking we did go ,
along fallen leaves and crackling ice , where a tiny brook did flow
he knew every inch of the land , and lord he loved it so
but the thing that i remember , on that cold day in december
was that my eyes were brimming over , as we walked .
he set me down upon a stone , beside a running spring
he talked in a voice so soft and clear , like the waters i heard sing
he said “we searched quite a time , for a place to call our own
there was just me and mary john , and now i guess we’re home . ”
i looked at the ground and wondered , how many years they each had roamed
and lord i do remember , on that day in late december
how my eyes kept brimming over , as we talked
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as we walked .
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and standing there with outstretched arms , he said to me “you know ,
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i can’t wait till the heavy storms , cover the ground with snow ,
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and there on the pond the watercress , is all that don’t turn white ,
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when the sun is high you squint your eyes , and look at the hills so bright . ”
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and nodding his head my friend said , “it seems like overnight ,
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that the leaves come out so tender , at the turning of the winter”
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i thought the skies they would brim over , as we talked .
outside the nashville city limits by joan baez
G Em
outside the nashville city limits , a friend and i did drive
G Em
on a day in early winter , i was glad to be alive
C D G Em
we went to see some friends of his , who lived upon a farm
C D G Em
strange and gentle country folk , who wished nobody harm
C D C D
fresh – cut sixty acres , eight cows in the barn
Em Bm C Bm
but the thing that i remember , on that cold day in december
C D G
was that my eyes they did brim over , as we talked .
in the slowest drawl i had ever heard , the man said “come with me ,
if y’all wanna see the prettiest place , in all of tennessee . ”
he poured us each a glass of wine , and A – walking we did go ,
along fallen leaves and crackling ice , where a tiny brook did flow
he knew every inch of the land , and lord he loved it so
but the thing that i remember , on that cold day in december
was that my eyes were brimming over , as we walked .
he set me down upon a stone , beside a running spring
he talked in a voice so soft and clear , like the waters i heard sing
he said “we searched quite a time , for a place to call our own
there was just me and mary john , and now i guess we’re home . ”
i looked at the ground and wondered , how many years they each had roamed
and lord i do remember , on that day in late december
how my eyes kept brimming over , as we talked
( key change )
A
as we walked .
A F#m
and standing there with outstretched arms , he said to me “you know ,
A F#m
i can’t wait till the heavy storms , cover the ground with snow ,
D E A F#m
and there on the pond the watercress , is all that don’t turn white ,
D E A F#m
when the sun is high you squint your eyes , and look at the hills so bright . ”
D E D E
and nodding his head my friend said , “it seems like overnight ,
F#m C#m D C#m
that the leaves come out so tender , at the turning of the winter”
D E A
i thought the skies they would brim over , as we talked .
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