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Yankee lady Jesse Winchester
[A]I lived with the decent folks
In the [D]hills of old Ve[A]rmont
[A]Where what you do all day
De[E]pends on what you want
And I [A]took up with a woman there
[D]Though I was still a[A] kid
[A]And I smile like the sun
To think of all the [E]loving that we [A]did
[A]She rose each morning and went off to work
And she [D]kept me with her p[A]ay
[A]I was making sweet love all night
And [E]playing this old guitar all [A]day
[A]And I got apple cider and homemade bread
That would [D]make a man kneel down he would say [A]grace
[A]And clean linens on our bed
And a [E]warm feet fire p[A]lace
[D]Yankee lady so [A]good to me
[E]Yankee lady just a [A]memory
[D]Yankee lady so [A]good to me
[E]Your memories gonna have to [A]do for me
[A]An autumn walk on a old country road
With a [D]million flaming [A]trees
[A]I was feeling a little uneasy
Cause there was [E]winter chill in the breeze
And she said, "[A]Oh Jesse, look over there,
I see [D]birds are they are all [A]southward bound
[A]Oh Jesse, I'm so afraid
We [E]are going to lose the love that we've [A]found
[D]Yankee lady so [A]good to me
[E]Yankee lady just a [A]memory
[D]Yankee lady so [A]good to me
[E]Your memories gonna have to [A]do for me
[A]I don't know what called to me
But I [D]know that I plain had to [A]go
[A]I left that little old Vermont town
[E]To live down in sunny Mexico
[A]And now when I can see myself
[D]As a stranger by my [A]birth
[A]The Yankee lady's old memory
To [E]Remind me of my [A]worth
[D]Yankee lady so [A]good to me
[E]Yankee lady just a [A]memory
[D]Yankee lady so [A]good to me
[E]Your memories gonna have to [A]do for me
>From Jesse Winchester "Jesse Winchester"
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