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ACRES OF APPLES (Les Rice) I came to the Mid-Hudson Valley A many a long year ago I have spent all my time in the orchard A making those red apples grow A making those red apples grow A making those red apples grow And thinking each year as I labored That someday I would make me some dough I sprayed them and sprayed them and sprayed them From early in April to fall Those trees were so loaded with apples You couldn't see green leaves at all You couldn't see green leaves at all You couldn't see green leaves at all And what did I get for those apples? A penny a pound for them all I have raised in my time enough apples To feed the whole state of New York But I never have had enough money To buy me a good roast of pork To buy me a good roast of pork To buy me a good roast of pork The apples are raised in the valley But the money is made in New York But now I am joining a union A union of farmers like me I'm tired of paying the broker His one hundred and ten percent fee His one hundred and ten percent fee His one hundred and ten percent fee I'd like just a little left over A little left over for me And now that we're all in the union Some fellows had better get wise They've stolen our left and our right arms But we're damned if we'll give them our eyes We're damned if we'll give them our eyes We're damned if we'll give them our eyes The next time they come to the valley We'll cut down those bastards to size Copyright Les Rice @fruit @union @work filename[ ACREAPL TUNE FILE: ROSINBOW CLICK TO PLAY BL  8note Sheet |
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