Applejack - Live 1977

(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