Yankee Lady

(álbum: Painted Head - 1972)

I lived with the decent folks
In the hills of old Vermont
Where what you do all day
Depends on what you want

And I, I took up with a woman there
Though I was still a kid
And I smile like the sun to think
Of the loving-loving that we did

She rose each morning and went to work
She kept me with her pay
I was making love all night
And playing guitar all day

Got me apple cider and homemade bread
To make a man say grace
And clean linens on my bed
And a warm feet fireplace

Yankee Lady, so good to me
Yankee Lady, just a memory
Yankee Lady so good to me
A memory is enough for me

An autumn walk on a country road
And a million flaming trees
I was feeling uneasy
'Cause there was winter in the breeze

And she said
"Oh, Timmy, look over there
The birds are southward bound"
And oh, Jesus, I'm so afraid
To lose the love we found

Yankee Lady, so good to me
Yankee Lady, just a memory
Yankee Lady, so good to me, me
Your memory is enough for me

I don't know what called to me
But I know that I had to go
And I left that Vermont town
Then went to Mexico

And now, and now when I see myself
As a stranger by my birth
The Yankee Lady's memory
Reminds me of my worth

Yankee Lady, so good to me
Yankee Lady, just a memory
Yankee Lady, so good to me, me
Your memory is enough for me