Tanya at the Fair

{C}Outside Hia{F}wassee, at the {C}Georgia Mountain {Am}Fair,

{F}Bluegrass music {G}winging through the {C}Appalachian {Am}air,

That’s where {F}I met little {G}Tanya at the {F}Georgia {G}Mountain {C}Fair.

High over Lake Cha{F}tuge, in the {C}Appalachian {Am}air,

She was {F}selling cotton {G}candy as her {C}eyes beneath her {Am}hair

{F}Sparkled with the {G}music in the {F}Appa{G}lachian {C}air.

Outside Hia{F}wassee, at the {C}Georgia Mountain {Am}Fair,

She {F}danced across the {G}midway.  Her {C}feet were long and {Am}bare

In the {F}leaves and misty {G}sunlight of the {F}Georgia {G}Mountain {C}Fair.

High over lake Cha{F}tuge, in the {C}Appalachian {Am}air,

She en{F}tranced me with her {G}fingers as one {C}plucks a dulci{Am}mer,

On a {F}rainy mountain {G}evening in the {F}Appa{G}lachian {C}air.

Outside Hia{F}wassee, at the {C}Georgia Mountain {Am}Fair,

{F}Bluegrass music {G}winging through the {C}Appalachian {Am}air.

That’s where {F}I found little {G}Tanya, at the {F}Georgia {G}Mountain {C}Fair,