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ABE SAMMON'S APPLEJACK (Bob Lusk) I'd like a drink of Applejack, or a little drink of ale That good old stuff Abe Sammons made in the town of Rosendale You can have your running rivers, your cozy mountain shacks But just drain all the oceans and put in Applejack Now, it cured a man at Rock Locks, they'd given up for dead He took a drink of Applejack, and he jumped right out of bed It was good for all that ails you, it would drive away the blues It made a long ear rabbit bite a bullfrog right in two I'd like a drink of Applejack, or a little drink of ale That good old stuff Abe Sammons made in the town of Rosendale You can have your running rivers, your cozy mountain shacks But just drain all the oceans and put in Applejack I'd like to turn the clock back some forty years or more Just for a night of dances on Abe Sammons' bar room floor I'd like to dance to 'Home Sweet Home' with those old friends of mine And have one good old parting drink of apple, beer or wine I'd like a drink of Applejack, or a little drink of ale That good old stuff Abe Sammons made in the town of Rosendale You can have your running rivers, your cozy mountain shacks But just drain all the oceans and put in Applejack Now Kentucky rye or bourbon, good old New England rum Might warm the cockles of our hearts when winters days are done But the juice of Ulster's apples will bring back many a dream To the folks away up yonder, up in Rosendale I mean I'd like a drink of Applejack, or a little drink of ale That good old stuff Abe Sammons made in the town of Rosendale You can have your running rivers, your cozy mountain shacks But just drain all the oceans and put in Applejack (based on a poem by Willy O'Brien @drink filename[ APLJCK1 BL  8note Sheet |
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