Outside The Nashville City Limits Joan Baez
Outside The Nashville City Limits by Joan Baez
Out[G]side the Nashville city limits, a [Em]friend and I did drive
[G]On a day in early winter, I was [Em]glad to be alive
We [C]went to see some [D]friends of his, who [G]lived upon a [Em]farm
[C]Strange and gentle [D]country folk, who [G]wished nobody [Em]harm
[C]Fresh-cut sixty [D]acres, [C]eight cows in the [D]barn
But the [Em]thing that I re[Bm]member, on that [C]cold day in De[Bm]cember
Was that my [C]eyes they did brim [D]over, as we [G]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
As we [A]walked.
And [A]standing there with outstretched arms, he [F#m]said to me "You know,
[A]I can't wait till the heavy storms, [F#m]cover the ground with snow,
And [D]there on the pond the [E]watercress, is [A]all that don't turn [F#m]white,
When the [D]sun is high you [E]squint your eyes, and [A]look at the hills so [F#m]bright."
And n[D]odding his head [E]my friend said, "It [D]seems like over[E]night,
That the [F#m]leaves come out so [C#m]tender, at the [D]turning of the [C#m]winter"
I thought the [D]skies they would brim [E]over, as we t[A]alked.