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Acres of Apples

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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 me

And 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 Rice

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