The moon's silver fingers crept over the mountain
On a deep purple Arkansas night
The red lights were glowin'
The red wine was flowin'
The couples danced into the night
Deep in the forest a bluebird was sleepin'
Where only the coyote calls
The dancers were swayin'
The band it was playin'
An old fashioned Tennessee waltz
He stood in the shadows
The black hatted stranger
He stayed well away from the bar
She could see his mustache
And his blue tinted glasses
In the glow from his five cent cigar
She walked right up to him and said, "Hello stranger"
He answered, "It's chilly for June"
They swarmed arm in arm to the edge of the dancefloor
And a black cloud sailed over the moon
Just an old fashioned Tennessee waltz
You've heard it before, you'll hear it again
Just an old fashioned Tennessee waltz
Young ladies beware of mysterious young men
With glides and with sachets
They swept the floor softly
She felt she was dancing on air
But his hands felt so cold and his eyes looked so old
As he gave her that come with me stare
She saw no danger but who was this stranger
Was he real, was he true, was he false
She took a chance and she lost
Her last dance was the old fashioned Tennessee waltz
Just an old fashioned Tennessee waltz
You've heard it before, you'll hear it again
Just an old fashioned Tennessee waltz
Young ladies beware of mysterious young men
Just an old fashioned Tennessee waltz
You've heard it before, you'll hear it again
Just an old fashioned Tennessee waltz
Young ladies beware of mysterious young men
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