Lord, there goes Johnny Appleseed,
he might pass by, in the hour of need,
there's a lot of souls...ain't drinking from no well,
locked in a factory,
Hey look there goes, hey look there goes,
if you're after getting the honey,
then you don't go killing all the bees,
Lord, there goes, Martin Luther King,
notice how the door closes
when the chimes of freedom ring?
I hear what you're saying
I hear what he's saying
If you're after getting the honey,
then don't go killing all the bees,
that's what the people are saying
and we know every road... go! go!
That's what the people are saying
there ain't no berries on the trees...
Let the summertime sun,
fall on the apple, fall on the apple...
Lord, there goes a buick forty-nine,
black sheep of the angels riding,
riding down the line,
we think there is a soul... we don't know
that soul is hard to find
Hey! Down along the road
down along the road..hey!
If you're after getting the honey..
then don't go killing all the bees,
Hey! It's what the people are saying,
there ain't no berries on the trees
hey! that's what the people are saying,
no berries on the trees...
You came to skim off the honey, baby,
and you had to go killin' all the bees

Writer : SLATTERY/STRUMMER/COOK/SHIELDS/DOGG
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