Letras
I lived with the decent folk in the hills of Omaha
Where what you do all day depends on what you are
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 lovin' that we did
Yankee lady so good to me
Yankee lady just a memory
Yankee lady so good to me
Your memory that's enough for me
She rose each morning and went to work
And she kept me with her pay
I was making love all night
And playing guitar all day
And I got made apple cider and homemade bread
To make a man say grace
And clean linens on my bed
And a warm feel fireplace
Yankee lady so good to me
Yankee lady just a memory
Yankee lady so good to me
Your memory that's enough for me
Yankee lady so good to me
Yankee lady just a memory
Yankee lady so good to me
Your memory that's enough for me
Now I don't know what called to me
But I know that I had to go
And I left that Vermont town
With a lift to Mexico
And now, now when I see myself
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 memory that's enough for me
Yankee lady so good to me
Yankee lady just a memory
Yankee lady so good to me
Your memory that's enough for me