Apple Jack
Thank you
You know I guess in everybody's lives there're certain people
We remember more when growing up than other people
Now I wanna do a song I wrote about an old man that was very very special to me
He was the best musician in all the Smokey mountains
He was a dirty old man
He was, an I used to slip up and go see him whenever I could
No it's not what you think but anyway he let me
Cause he used to tell me dirty stories
He used to let me choose bake
He used to let me smoke roll-your-owns and drink moonshine
And we just sang away and I was seven years at the time
And I used to go home high I guess and mama thought I was sick for years and years
She didn't know I was a happiest kid smoking
It is the truth he did really let me smoke and all that
But anyway he was a person very dear to me
And he has only lived in my memory
And that's a special memory I'll like to share with you tonight
The memory of my good friend, Apple Jack
He lived by the apple orchard in this little old orchard shack
His real name was Jackson Taylor, but I called him Apple Jack
Now old Apple Jack was loved by everyone he ever knew
Apple Jack picked apples, but he picked the banjo too
Play a song for me Apple Jack, Apple Jack
Play a song for me and I'll sing
Play a song for me Apple Jack, Apple Jack
Play a song, let your banjo ring
Now I'd go down to Apple Jack's almost every day
We'd sit and we'd drink applejack that old Apple Jack had made
Then he'd take his banjo down, then he'd ask me if I'd sing
And he would play the banjo and I'd play my tambourine
Except he the banjo better than me
He only hope so, don't you?
Play a song for me Apple Jack, Apple Jack
Play a song, let your banjo ring
Clap your hands this is your song
Apple Jack will be proud of you
That's when I was just a kid and now that I am grown
All I have are memories, old Apple Jack is gone
Oh but he left me his ol' banjo and it always takes me back
And every time I play it, I still hear Apple Jack
Clap your hands and sing
Play a song for me Apple Jack, Apple Jack
Play a song for me and I'll sing
Play a song for me Apple Jack, Apple Jack
Play a song, let your banjo ring
Oh play a song for me Apple Jack, Apple Jack
Play a song for me and I'll sing
Play a song for me Apple Jack, Apple Jack
Play a song, let your banjo ring
Thank you
Thank you
You know I guess in everybody's lives there're certain people
We remember more when growing up than other people
Now I wanna do a song I wrote about an old man that was very very special to me
He was the best musician in all the Smokey mountains
He was a dirty old man
He was, an I used to slip up and go see him whenever I could
No it's not what you think but anyway he let me
Cause he used to tell me dirty stories
He used to let me choose bake
He used to let me smoke roll-your-owns and drink moonshine
And we just sang away and I was seven years at the time
And I used to go home high I guess and mama thought I was sick for years and years
She didn't know I was a happiest kid smoking
It is the truth he did really let me smoke and all that
But anyway he was a person very dear to me
And he has only lived in my memory
And that's a special memory I'll like to share with you tonight
The memory of my good friend, Apple Jack
He lived by the apple orchard in this little old orchard shack
His real name was Jackson Taylor, but I called him Apple Jack
Now old Apple Jack was loved by everyone he ever knew
Apple Jack picked apples, but he picked the banjo too
Play a song for me Apple Jack, Apple Jack
Play a song for me and I'll sing
Play a song for me Apple Jack, Apple Jack
Play a song, let your banjo ring
Now I'd go down to Apple Jack's almost every day
We'd sit and we'd drink applejack that old Apple Jack had made
Then he'd take his banjo down, then he'd ask me if I'd sing
And he would play the banjo and I'd play my tambourine
Except he the banjo better than me
He only hope so, don't you?
Play a song for me Apple Jack, Apple Jack
Play a song, let your banjo ring
Clap your hands this is your song
Apple Jack will be proud of you
That's when I was just a kid and now that I am grown
All I have are memories, old Apple Jack is gone
Oh but he left me his ol' banjo and it always takes me back
And every time I play it, I still hear Apple Jack
Clap your hands and sing
Play a song for me Apple Jack, Apple Jack
Play a song for me and I'll sing
Play a song for me Apple Jack, Apple Jack
Play a song, let your banjo ring
Oh play a song for me Apple Jack, Apple Jack
Play a song for me and I'll sing
Play a song for me Apple Jack, Apple Jack
Play a song, let your banjo ring
Thank you
Thank you
Credits
Writer(s): Dolly Parton, T.l. Marie Antoin
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