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Lyricist: The Band
Lyrics:
Well, I went down to the river on a Saturday morn
A-lookin’ around just to see who’s born
I spied a little chicken down on his knees
I went up and yelled to him, “Please, please, please!”
He said, “Don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Apple’s got your fly”
Yes, I went down to the beanery at half past twelve
I’s lookin’ around just to see myself
I looked high and low, I looked up above
Well, who did I see but the one I love
She said, “Now, don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Apple’s got your fly”
Yeah, I went down to the whorehouse the other night
I was lookin' around, I was outta sight
I looked at a horse and I saw a mule
I looked for a cow and I saw me a few
They said, “Don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Apple’s got your fly”
Yeah, I went down to the river on a Saturday morn
A-lookin’ around just to see who’s born
I saw a little chicken down on his knees
I went up and yelled to him, “Please, please, please!”
He said, “Don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Apple’s got your fly”
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