Lyrics:

Standing in Wenatchee waiting for a job
Come a farmer in a pickup, thank God

Slept in a barn on a pile of hay
I've been picking apples all day like a dog

A twenty-five bag fill the bin
Six when I'm finished, I'll be all done in

There's so many trees to be picked
These Wenatchee apples making me sick
Oh, Wenatchee
What wind blew me here?
Oh, Wenatchee
But me won't shed no tear
I woke up in the morning, there's a chill in the air
I think I'll head down south to the man that's there

There's a jungle camp where it's warm in the night
Or you can sleep on the beach, yeah, I just might

If I see another apple, it'll be too soon
Be riding the SP tomorrow by noon
Oh, Wenatchee
What wind blew me here?
Oh, Wenatchee
But me won't shed no tear

Well, I'm walking now

There's nothing really wrong with Wenatchee
I just don't like working so it's down to me

So goodbye, so long, Wenatchee
I'll see you next year when I need money
Oh, Wenatchee
What wind blew me here?
Oh, Wenatchee
But me won't shed no tear

Oh, Wenatchee
What wind blew me here?
Oh, Wenatchee
But me won't shed no tear

Won't shed no tear
Won't shed no tear
Won't shed no
Won't shed no tear