Text: The Stanley Brothers. Brand New Tennessee Waltz.

Oh, my, but you have a pretty face,
You favor a girl that I knew,
I imagine that sheA's still in Tennessee,
And, by God, I schould be there, too
IA've a sadness too sad to be true.
But I left Tennessee in a hurry, Dear,
The same way that IA'm leaving you,
A'Cause love is mainly just memories
And everyoneA's got him a few,
So when IA'm gone IA'll be glad to love you.

(CHORUS)
At the brand new Tennessee Waltz youA're lit A'rally waltzing on air;
At the brand new Tennessee Waltz there ainA't no telling who will be there.

When I leave itA'll be like I found you, Love,
Descending Victorian stairs,

IA'm feeling like one of your photographs
Trapped while IA'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,
WhoA's feeling like leaving another town
With no place to go if he did,
A'Cause theyA'll catch you wherever you're hid.

Jesse Winchester
Copyright 1969 by Fourth Floor Music, Inc.