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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Glenn Miller and His Orchestra
Performer
Marion Hutton
Vocals
Tex Beneke
Vocals
The Modernaires
Vocals
Glenn Miller
Trombone
Steve Lipkins
Trumpet
Dale McMickle
Trumpet
Johnny Best
Trumpet
Billy May
Trumpet
Jim Priddy
Trombone
Paul Tanner
Trombone
Frank J. D'Annolfo
Trombone
Skippy Martin
Alto Saxophone
Wilbur Schwartz
Alto Saxophone
Al Klink
Tenor Saxophone
Ernie Caceres
Baritone Saxophone
Chummy MacGregor
Piano
Bobby Hackett
Cornet
Edward "Doc" Goldberg
Bass
Maurice Purtill
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brown
Composer
Sam H. Stept
Composer
Charles Tobias
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Barry Feldman
Reissue Producer
Doug Pomeroy
Mastering Engineer
John Snyder
Reissue Producer
Joe Lopes
Engineer
Paul Brizzi
Mastering Engineer
Texty
[Verse 1]
Don't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
No, no, no
Don't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
Till I come marching home
[Verse 2]
Don't go walkin' down Lover's Lane
With anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
No, no, no
Don't go walkin' down Lover's Lane
With anyone else but me
Till I come marching home
[Verse 3]
I just got word from a guy who heard
From the guy next door to me
The girl he met just loves to pet
And it fits you to a tee
[Verse 4]
So don't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
Till I come marching home
[Verse 5]
Don't give out with those lips of yours
To anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
No, no, no
Watch the girls on the foreign shores
You'll have to report to me
When you come marching home
[Verse 6]
Don't hold anyone on your knee
You better be true to me
You better be true to me
You better be true to me
Don't hold anyone on your knee
You're getting the third degree
When you come marching home
[Verse 7]
You're on your own where there is no phone
And I can't keep tabs on you
Be fair to me
I'll guarantee
This is one thing that I'll do
I won't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but you
Till you come marching home
[Verse 8]
Don't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
I know the apple tree is reserved for you and me
And I'll be true till you come marching home
Written by: Charles Tobias, Lew Brown, Sam H. Stept