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 took up with a woman there, though I was just a kid,
And I smile like the sun to think of the loving that we did.
Rose each morning and went to work, she kept me with her pay,
And I was making love all night and playing guitar all day;
And I got me apple cider and homemade bread to make a man say grace,
Clean linens on my bed and a warm fire place.
Yankee lady so good to me,
Yankee lady just a memory;
Yankee lady so good to me,
Your memories will have to do for me.
An autumn walk on a country road with a million flaming trees,
And I was feeling uneasy 'cause there was winter in the breeze;
And she said, "Oh Jesse, look over there, the birds are southward bound,
Oh Jesse, I'm so afraid to lose all this love that we found."
Yankee lady so good to me,
Yankee lady just a memory;
Yankee lady so good to me,
Your memories will have to do for me.
I don't know what called to me, I know I have to go,
And I left that Vermont town with a lift down to sunny Mexico;
And now when I see myself as a stranger by my birth,
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,
Your memories will have to do for me.