APPLE PICKER'S REEL
(Larry Hanks)
Hey, ho, makes you feel so fine
Looking out across the orchard in the bright sunshine.
Hey, ho, you feel so free
Standing in the top of an apple tree.
Up in the morning before the sun
I don't get home until the day is done;
My pick-sack's heavy and my shoulder's sore
But I'll be back tomorrow to pick some more.
Start at the bottom and you pick 'em from the ground
And you pick the tree clean all the way around;
Then you set up your ladder and you climb up high
And you're looking through the leaves at the clear blue sky.
Three-legged ladder, wobbly as hell
Reaching for an apple---whoa!---I almost fell.
Got a twenty-pound sack hanging 'round my neck
And there's three more apples that I can't quite get.
Hey, ho, makes you feel so down
Picking up windfalls, crawling on the ground.
Hey, ho, you feel so free
Standing in the top of an apple tree.
Hey, ho, you lose your mind
If you sing this song about a hundred times;
Hey, ho, you feel so free
Standing in the top of an apple tree.
Copyright Larry Hanks
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APPLE PICKER'S REEL
(Larry Hanks)
Hey, ho, makes you feel so fine
Looking out across the orchard in the bright sunshine.
Hey, ho, you feel so free
Standing in the top of an apple tree.
Up in the morning before the sun
I don't get home until the day is done;
My pick-sack's heavy and my shoulder's sore
But I'll be back tomorrow to pick some more.
Start at the bottom and you pick 'em from the ground
And you pick the tree clean all the way around;
Then you set up your ladder and you climb up high
And you're looking through the leaves at the clear blue sky.
Three-legged ladder, wobbly as hell
Reaching for an apple---whoa!---I almost fell.
Got a twenty-pound sack hanging 'round my neck
And there's three more apples that I can't quite get.
Hey, ho, makes you feel so down
Picking up windfalls, crawling on the ground.
Hey, ho, you feel so free
Standing in the top of an apple tree.
Hey, ho, you lose your mind
If you sing this song about a hundred times;
Hey, ho, you feel so free
Standing in the top of an apple tree.
Copyright Larry Hanks
(Larry Hanks)
Hey, ho, makes you feel so fine
Looking out across the orchard in the bright sunshine.
Hey, ho, you feel so free
Standing in the top of an apple tree.
Up in the morning before the sun
I don't get home until the day is done;
My pick-sack's heavy and my shoulder's sore
But I'll be back tomorrow to pick some more.
Start at the bottom and you pick 'em from the ground
And you pick the tree clean all the way around;
Then you set up your ladder and you climb up high
And you're looking through the leaves at the clear blue sky.
Three-legged ladder, wobbly as hell
Reaching for an apple---whoa!---I almost fell.
Got a twenty-pound sack hanging 'round my neck
And there's three more apples that I can't quite get.
Hey, ho, makes you feel so down
Picking up windfalls, crawling on the ground.
Hey, ho, you feel so free
Standing in the top of an apple tree.
Hey, ho, you lose your mind
If you sing this song about a hundred times;
Hey, ho, you feel so free
Standing in the top of an apple tree.
Copyright Larry Hanks