I live with the decent folks
in the hills of Old Vermont.
Well, what you do all day
depends on what you want.
And I took up with the woman there,
to think of the loving that we did
She rose each morning and went to work,
and she kept me with her pay
I was making love all night
an d playing guitar all day
And I got me ap ple cider
And clean linen on my bed
And a warm sweet fireplace
A Yankee lady's so good to me
A Yankee lady's just a memory
A Yankee lady's so good to me
Your memory, that's enough for me
A northern walk on a country road,
cause there was winter in the breeze
the birds of southward bound
Oh, Stone, I'm so afraid to
lose the love that we found
A Yankee lady so good to me
A Yankee lady just a memory
A Yankee lady so good to me
Your memory a sinner for me
I don't know what called to me,
And I left that Burma town
I see myself as a stranger at my birth
And Yankee Lady's memories
Yankee Lady's so good to me
Yankee Lady's just a memory
Yankee Lady's so good to me
Your memory, that's enough for me
A Yankee lady so good to me
A Yankee lady just a memory
A Yankee lady so good to me
Your memory, that's enough for me
Wolves don't eat what's away
The birds of south would bow