Lyrics:
(Dolly Parton)
He lived by the apple orchard in this little orchard shack
His real name was Jackson Taylor but I called him AppleJack
Now old
very fat just skin and bone
Well now I love her and she loves me
Oh how happy now, we're gonna be
Making love underneath the apple tree
Well I
very fat just skin and bone
Well now I love her and she loves me
Oh how happy now, we're gonna be
Making love underneath the apple tree
Well I
It isn't by chance I happen to be
A boulevardier, the toast of Paris
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke
I'm good for a laugh, a drink
Take you an apple and take you a song
Take back an answer to something gone wrong
Take back some music and take me along
And watch a baby day be
float on by
While everybody's talkin'
Hell I'm just another guy
If it were up to me
I'd say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole
the schoolgirl that used to be me
Ah, the apple trees,
Where at garden teas,
Jack-o-lanterns swung:
Fashions of the day,
Vests of applique,
Dresses
It isn't by chance I happen to be a boulevardier, the toast of Paree,
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink
you're fine
Winterlude, winterlude, my little apple
Winterlude by the corn in the field
Winterlude, let's go down to the chapel
Then come back
It isn't by chance I happen to be
A boulevardier, the toast of Paris
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke
I'm good for a laugh, a drink
and face
What you did, before
Did it once
You can do it once more
Yeah
[Chorus: ]
Coming back for one more bite of the apple
Tastes as sweet
It's
'Cause it don't matter how they lay me down
Just see they bury me out by mama's apple tree
And send my body back to my home town
Well, my mama was
just skin and bone.
But I love her and she loves me.
We're all happy now as we can be.
Making love underneath the apple tree.
Well, I told her mama
Whoa, how happy now, we can be
Making love underneath the apple tree
She's my one and only, she's my heart desire
She's a real up setter, she's a real
the schoolgirl that used to be meâ?¦.
Ah, the apple trees,
Where at garden teas,
Jack-o-lanterns swung:
Fashions of the day,
Vests of applique,
Dresses
It isn't by chance I happen to be a boulevardier, the toast of Paree,
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink
It isn't by chance I happen to be a boulevardier, the toast of Paree,
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink
and bones
i love her, and she loves me
boy, how happy we can be
makin love underneath the apple tree
my one and only, she's my hearts desire
she's
and eat with me
And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe
I don't want your apple pie, mama
Yeah, I ain't tryna dap up niggas blockin'
just skin and bone
But I love her and she loves me
We're all happy now as we can be
Making love underneath the apple tree
Well, I told her mama
The grass keeps right on growin'
the sun goes right on shinin'
there are apples on the apple tree
ain't life a funny thing, flowers bloom an'
little sister
Who never existed and this is why a part
Of my life's so twisted
But I can never be as sick as that bitch is
And by the way
That picture's
It isn't by chance I happen to be a boulevardier, the toast of Paree,
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink
It isn't by chance I happen to be a boulevardier, the toast of Paree,
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink
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