Wenatchee

Standin’ in Wenatchee waitin’ for a job

Come a farmer in a pick-up, thank God

Slept in a barn on a pile of hay

Be pickin’ apples all day like a dog

25 bags fill a bin

6 when I finish, I’ll be done in

There’s so many trees to be picked

These Wenatchee apples makin’ me sick

Oh, Wenatchee

What wind blew me here?

Oh, Wenatchee

But we won’t shed no tear

Woke up in the mornin’ there’s a chill in the air

Think I’ll head down south to the land that’s fair

There’s a jungle camp where it’s warm in the night

Or you could sleep on the beach, yeah, I just might

If I see another apple, it’ll be too soon

I’ll be ridin’ the SP tomorrow by noon

Oh, Wenatchee

What wind blew me here?

Oh, Wenatchee

But we won’t shed no tear

Oh, Wenatchee

What wind blew me here?

Oh, Wenatchee

But we won’t shed no tear

There’s nothin’ really wrong with Wenatchee

I just don’t like workin’ so it’s down to me

So goodbye, so long Wenatchee

I’ll see you next year

When I need money

Oh, Wenatchee

What wind blew me here?

Oh, Wenatchee

But we won’t shed no tear

Oh, Wenatchee

What wind blew me here?

Oh, Wenatchee

But we won’t shed no tear

Won’t shed no tear

Won’t shed no tear

Won’t shed no

Won’t shed no

Tear