Apple Tree Blues - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Wearing raspberry velvet and the rabbits in the hole

Where the apple tree fell over two years ago

Man, you could never stop, it was always gonna go

When you're hiding in the cotton get a tickle in your soul

And I could really go for a little bit of rock 'n' roll

Yeah, I could really go for a little bit of rock 'n' roll

Let's go looking in the sugar cane

And wander 'round the country in the pouring rain

Win a couple dollars, lose a couple games

And walk tall laughin' in the sugar cane

And then take a trip on a golden airplane

Yеah, then take a trip on a golden airplanе

And you'll tell me what your heart's been through

Tell me where you're going, too

Tell me all things you'd like to do but you can't

'Cause you're scared that you're going to Hell

Feels alright but you can't really tell

All of that cigarette ash is good and well

It's good and well

There's a mother of pearl layin' in the sand

A quarter of the size of the palm of your hand

Hold it to the sun, sure does look grand

Hangin' from your mirror on a rubber band

Your whole damn life, you never even had a plan