Lord, there goes Johnny Appleseed
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He might pass by in the hour of need
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There's a lot of souls
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Ain't drinking from no well locked in a factory
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Hey - look there goes
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Hey - look there goes
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If you're after getting the honey - hey
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Then you don't go killing all the bees
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Lord, there goes Martin Luther King
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Notice how the door closes when the chimes of freedom ring
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I hear what you're saying, I hear what he's saying
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*Is what was true now no longer so
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Hey - I hear what you're saying
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Hey - I hear what he's saying
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If you're after getting the honey - hey
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Then you don't go killing all the bees
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What the people are saying
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And we know every road - go, go
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What the people are saying
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There ain't no berries on the trees
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Let the summertime sun
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Fall on the apple - fall on the apple
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Lord, there goes a Buick forty-nine
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Black sheep of the angels riding, riding down the line
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We think there is a soul, we don't know
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That soul is hard to find
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Hey - down along the road
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Hey - down along the road
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If you're after getting the honey
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Then you don't go killing all the bees
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Hey - it's what the people are saying
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It's what the people are saying
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Hey - there ain't no berries on the trees
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Hey - that's what the people are saying, no berries on the trees
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You're checking out the honey, baby
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You had to go killin' all the bees
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Johnny Appleseed
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| Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros |
