Outside the Nashville City Limits 歌词

歌曲	Outside the Nashville City Limits
歌手	Joan Baez
专辑	The Joan Baez Country Music Album
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	(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
	Outside the Nashville city limits
	a friend and I did drive,
	on a day in early winter
	I was glad to be alive.
	We went to see some friends of his
	who lived upon a farm.
	Strange and gentle country folk
	who would wish nobody harm.
	Fresh-cut sixty acres,
	eight cows in the barn.
	But the thing that I remember
	on that cold day in December
	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 Tennesee."
	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 my 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 walked.
	And standing there with outstretched arms
	he said to me "You know,
	I can't wait till the heavy storms
	cover the ground with snow,
	and there on the pond the watercress
	is all that don't turn white.
	When the sun is high you squint your eyes
	and look at the hills so bright."
	And nodding his head my friend said,
	"And it seems like overnight
	that the leaves come out so tender
	at the turning of the winter..."
	I thought the skies they would brim over
	as we talked.
	© 1970, 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)

	Words and Music by Joan Baez
	Outside the Nashville city limits
	a friend and I did drive,
	on a day in early winter
	I was glad to be alive.
	We went to see some friends of his
	who lived upon a farm.
	Strange and gentle country folk
	who would wish nobody harm.
	Freshcut sixty acres,
	eight cows in the barn.
	But the thing that I remember
	on that cold day in December
	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 Tennesee."
	He poured us each a glass of wine
	and awalking 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 my 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 walked.
	And standing there with outstretched arms
	he said to me " You know,
	I can' t wait till the heavy storms
	cover the ground with snow,
	and there on the pond the watercress
	is all that don' t turn white.
	When the sun is high you squint your eyes
	and look at the hills so bright."
	And nodding his head my friend said,
	" And it seems like overnight
	that the leaves come out so tender
	at the turning of the winter..."
	I thought the skies they would brim over
	as we talked.
	1970, 1971 Chandos Music ASCAP

	Words and Music by Joan Baez
	Outside the Nashville city limits
	a friend and I did drive,
	on a day in early winter
	I was glad to be alive.
	We went to see some friends of his
	who lived upon a farm.
	Strange and gentle country folk
	who would wish nobody harm.
	Freshcut sixty acres,
	eight cows in the barn.
	But the thing that I remember
	on that cold day in December
	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 Tennesee."
	He poured us each a glass of wine
	and awalking 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 my 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 walked.
	And standing there with outstretched arms
	he said to me " You know,
	I can' t wait till the heavy storms
	cover the ground with snow,
	and there on the pond the watercress
	is all that don' t turn white.
	When the sun is high you squint your eyes
	and look at the hills so bright."
	And nodding his head my friend said,
	" And it seems like overnight
	that the leaves come out so tender
	at the turning of the winter..."
	I thought the skies they would brim over
	as we talked.
	1970, 1971 Chandos Music ASCAP

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