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  1. Apple Pickin

From the recording Halfway Home (2010)

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Lyrics

APPLE PICKIN
well i remember being just a skinny lad
spending all of my summers with my mom and my dad
at our camp on the island in the north channel
where the pies were made of apples
the sheets were made of flannel
it's sunday afternoon lets get the baskets ready
call up uncle bill, aunt marie, jim and betty
we'll pack a little lunch and change our sunday clothes
and we'll head out to the country where the apples trees grow
we were apple pickin under the big blue skies
we were apple pickin for making those apple pies
we were apple pickin didn't matter the kind
we were apple pickin boy it was a real good time
well we'd drive around the island till we found a couple trees
well we'd jump a bunch of fences and we'd scrape a couple knees
uncle bill would always stop and pick some berries on the way
which we'd put into our pancakes the very next day
go out on a limb son learn to take a chance
there's a bunch of ripe macintosh hanging of that branch
now rattle that limb and shake em on down
and what we don't catch we'll pick em off the ground
we were apple pickin under the big blue skies
we were apple pickin for making those apple pies
we were apple pickin didn't matter the kind
we were apple pickin boy it was a real good time
now that i'm older i buy my apples from the store
but they don't look much like the apples from before
they're all covered in wax with stickers on the side
and their ain't no holes where the worms used to hide
now i go home with a brand new mission
i take a little drive just to do a little fishin'
the paths to the trees have become a little wider
and now i pick my apples for makin' apple cider
we were apple pickin under the big blue skies
we were apple pickin for making those apple pies
we were apple pickin didn't matter the kind
we were apple pickin boy it was a real good time