| 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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| 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 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 |