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Acres of Apples

Acres of Apples

Acres of Apples
(Les Rice)
I came to the Mid-Hudson Valley
A many a long year ago
I have spent all my time in the orchard
A making those red apples grow
A making those red apples grow
A making those red apples grow
And thinking each year as I labored
That someday I would make me some dough
I sprayed them and sprayed them and sprayed them
From early in April to fall
Those trees were so loaded with apples
You couldn't see green leaves at all
You couldn't see green leaves at all
You couldn't see green leaves at all
And what did I get for those apples?
A penny a pound for them all
I have raised in my time enough apples
To feed the whole state of New York
But I never have had enough money
To buy me a good roast of pork
To buy me a good roast of pork
To buy me a good roast of pork
The apples are raised in the valley
But the money is made in New York
But now I am joining a union
A union of farmers like me
I'm tired of paying the broker
His one hundred and ten percent fee
His one hundred and ten percent fee
His one hundred and ten percent fee
I'd like just a little left over
A little left over for meAnd now that we're all in the union
Some fellows had better get wise
They've stolen our left and our right arms
But we're damned if we'll give them our eyes
We're damned if we'll give them our eyes
We're damned if we'll give them our eyes
The next time they come to the valley
We'll cut down those bastards to size
Copyright Les RiceBL