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Outside The Nashville City Limits by Joan Baez
OutGside the Nashville city limits, a Emfriend and I did drive GOn a day in early winter, I was Emglad to be alive We Cwent to see some Dfriends of his, who Glived upon a Emfarm CStrange and gentle Dcountry folk, who Gwished nobody Emharm CFresh-cut sixty Dacres, Ceight cows in the Dbarn But the Emthing that I reBmmember, on that Ccold day in DeBmcember Was that my Ceyes they did brim Dover, as we Gtalked.
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)
As we Awalked.
And Astanding there with outstretched arms, he F#msaid to me "You know, AI can't wait till the heavy storms, F#mcover the ground with snow, And Dthere on the pond the Ewatercress, is Aall that don't turn F#mwhite, When the Dsun is high you Esquint your eyes, and Alook at the hills so F#mbright." And nDodding his head Emy friend said, &quoDt;It seems likeE overnight, That the F#mleaves come out so C#mtender, at the Dturning of the C#mwinter" I thought the Dskies they would brim Eover, as we tAalked.