| C ‑ G ‑ | Annie's up at seven on a work day |
| Am D G D | Brewing up a cup of peppermint tea |
| Bm ‑ Em C | Gathering her papers and lesson plans |
| G ‑ D ‑ | She grabs her keys |
| G D C D | Teaching arithmetic and Africa |
| Em ‑ C ‑ | Geology and girl's basketball |
| Am D Bm Em | All the kids in her class, will tell you she's the best |
| A ‑ D ‑ | But she's heard other teachers in the hall saying |
| G D C D | "What are we going to do about Annie? |
| Em D C ‑ | Pretty girl like her shouldn't be alone |
| Am D Bm Em | If she took our advice, dressed up real nice |
| C D G ‑ | She'd find a man to take her home." |
| C ‑ G ‑ | Mondays come with questions of couples |
| Am D G D | Where and with whom did you go? |
| Bm ‑ Em C | Avoiding the personal pronoun |
| G ‑ D ‑ | She hopes it doesn't show |
| G D C D | Shopping with her lover in the city |
| Em ‑ C ‑ | Two women holding hands don't get a stare |
| Am D Bm Em | If the kids at school knew, what would they do |
| A ‑ D ‑ | Would they hate her? Why should they care? Tell me |
| CHORUS |
| C ‑ G ‑ | Never getting too close to a student |
| Am D G D | Never letting out too much of her life |
| Bm ‑ Em C | Keeping her delights and disappointments |
| G ‑ D ‑ | Tucked out of sight |
| G D C D | Annie takes herself to the Christmas party |
| Em ‑ C ‑ | The principal whispers with a smile |
| Am D Bm Em | "You're vivacious and bright, if you play your cards right |
| A ‑ D ‑ | There're some men here tonight worth your while" thinking |
| CHORUS |
| C ‑ G ‑ | Work that you love is hard to come by |
| Am D G D | The kids she could never bear to lose |
| G ‑ D ‑ | So she makes conversations out of silences |
| G D C D | And half-truths |
| Em ‑ C ‑ | But at night by the fire with her lover |
| She looks out at the wind-driven snow | |
| Am D Bm Em | And imagines the day when she'll look in their faces |
| A ‑ D ‑ | And tell everybody she konws--she'll tell 'em |
| LAST CHORUS: |
| Don't you worry about Annie | |
| She don't lie awake and pine | |
| Got love to fill her heart, flowers growing in the garden | |
| Annie's doing just fine |