Apple Jack

(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