Applejack

(Thank you!)
(You know, I guess, in everybody's life)
(There's certain people they remember more)
(When they're growing up than other people)
(Now, I wanna do a song for you now)
(That I wrote about an old man)
(That was very, very special to me)
(He was the best musician in all the Smokey Mountains)

(Well, he was a dirty old man, he was)
(And I used to slip off, and go see him whenever I could)
(Because, now it's not what you think)
(Anyway, he used to let me cuss)
(He used to tell me dirty stories)
(He used to let me chew tobacco)
(He used to smoke roll-your-owns)
(And drink moonshine)
(And we'd just sing away)

(I was seven years old 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 the happiest kid)
(In the Smokey Mountians, nah)

(But it's the truth)
(He really did let us chew tobacco and smoke, and all that)
(But anyway, he was a person very dear to me)
(And he's only livin' in my memory)
(And that's a special memory)
(That I'd like to share with you tonight)
(The memory of my good friend)
(Applejack)

Now, he lived by the apple orchard
In this little ole orchard shack
His real name was Jackson Taylor
But I called him AppleJack
Now, old AppleJack was loved
By everyone he ever knew
Of course, AppleJack picked apples
But he picked the banjo, too

Play a song for me AppleJack, AppleJack
Play a song for me, and I'll sing
Play a song for me AppleJack, AppleJack
Play a song, let your banjo ring

I'd go down to AppleJack's just almost everyday
We'd sit, and we'd drink applejack
That old AppleJack had made
Then he'd take his banjo down
And then he'd ask me if I'd sing
And he would play the banjo
And I'd play my tambourine

It sounds like this
'Cept he played the banjo better than me, ha-ha
You hope so, don't ya?

Play a song for me AppleJack, AppleJack
Play a song, let your banjo ring
Clap your hands, this is your song
AppleJack would be proud of ya

Now, that's when I was just a kid
And now that I am grown
All I have are these memories
'Cause old AppleJack, well, he's gone
Oh, but he left me his ole banjo
And it always takes me back
And everytime I play it
I still hear AppleJack
Clap your hands and sing

Play a song for me AppleJack, AppleJack
Play a song for me, and I'll sing (Well, now)
Play a song for me AppleJack, AppleJack
Play a song, let your banjo ring
One more time!

Play a song for me AppleJack, AppleJack
Play a song for me, and I'll sing (Oh, yeah now)
Play a song for me AppleJack, AppleJack
Play a song, let your banjo ring
Whoo-hoo