Apple Tree Blues

Wearing raspberry velvet and the rabbits in the hole Where the apple tree fell over two years ago Man you could never stop, it was always gonna go When you're hiding in the cotton, get a tickle in your soul And I could really go for a little bit of rock-n-roll Yeah, I could really go for a little bit of rock-n-roll Let's go looking in the sugar cane And wander 'round the country in the pouring rain Win a couple dollars, lose a couple games And walk tall laughin' in the sugar cane And then take a trip on a golden airplane Yeah, then take a trip on a golden airplane And you'll tell me what your heart's been through Tell me where you're going to Tell me all things you'd like to do but you can't 'Cause you're scared that you're going to hell Feels alright but you can't really tell All of that cigarette ash is good and well It's good and well There's a mother of pearl layin' in the sand A quarter of the size of the palm of your hand Hold it to the sun, sure does look grand Hanging from your mirror on a rubber band Your whole damn life you never even had a plan It's like your whole damn life you never even had a plan To tell me what your heart's been through Tell me where you're going to Tell me all things you'd like to do but you can't 'Cause you're scared that you're going to hell Feels alright but you can't really tell All of that cigarette ash is good and well It's good and well