JOHNNY APPLESEED Johnny, Johnny Ain’t got money, Thinks that rich folks all dress funny, Says that nature’s all he needs And a pocket full of apple seeds. Johnny, Johnny Ain’t got a home, Travels the country all alone, Spends his days roaming free, And sleeps beneath an apple tree. Johnny, Johnny Ain’t got a wife, But he’ll keep lookin’ all his life For a girl who loves to make Steaming cider and apple cake. Johnny, Johnny Ain’t got much. He hasn’t use for things and such, But Johnny’s happy as you or me When he plants an apple tree. |
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