Applejack

(Thank you!)
 (You know, I guess, in everybody's life)
 (There's certain people they remember more)
 (When they're growing up than other people)
 (Now, I wanna do a song for you now)
 (That I wrote about an old man)
 (That was very, very special to me)
 (He was the best musician in all the Smokey Mountains)
 (Well, he was a dirty old man, he was)
 (And I used to slip off, and go see him whenever I could)
 (Because, now it's not what you think)
 (Anyway, he used to let me cuss)
 (He used to tell me dirty stories)
 (He used to let me chew tobacco)
 (He used to smoke roll-your-owns)
 (And drink moonshine)
 (And we'd just sing away)
 (I was seven years old at the time)
 (And I used to go home high, I guess)
 (And mama thought I was sick)
 (For years and years)
 (She didn't know I was the happiest kid)
 (In the Smokey Mountians, nah)
 (But it's the truth)
 (He really did let us chew tobacco and smoke, and all that)
 (But anyway, he was a person very dear to me)
 (And he's only livin' in my memory)
 (And that's a special memory)
 (That I'd like to share with you tonight)
 (The memory of my good friend)
 (Applejack)
 Now, he lived by the apple orchard
 In this little ole orchard shack
 His real name was Jackson Taylor
 But I called him AppleJack
 Now, old AppleJack was loved
 By everyone he ever knew
 Of course, AppleJack picked apples
 But he picked the banjo, too
 Play a song for me AppleJack, AppleJack
 Play a song for me, and I'll sing
 Play a song for me AppleJack, AppleJack
 Play a song, let your banjo ring
 I'd go down to AppleJack's just almost everyday
 We'd sit, and we'd drink applejack
 That old AppleJack had made
 Then he'd take his banjo down
 And then he'd ask me if I'd sing
 And he would play the banjo
 And I'd play my tambourine
 It sounds like this
 'Cept he played the banjo better than me, ha-ha
 You hope so, don't ya?
 Play a song for me AppleJack, AppleJack
 Play a song, let your banjo ring
 Clap your hands, this is your song
 AppleJack would be proud of ya
 Now, that's when I was just a kid
 And now that I am grown
 All I have are these memories
 'Cause old AppleJack, well, he's gone
 Oh, but he left me his ole banjo
 And it always takes me back
 And everytime I play it
 I still hear AppleJack
 Clap your hands and sing
 Play a song for me AppleJack, AppleJack
 Play a song for me, and I'll sing (Well, now)
 Play a song for me AppleJack, AppleJack
 Play a song, let your banjo ring
 One more time!
 Play a song for me AppleJack, AppleJack
 Play a song for me, and I'll sing (Oh, yeah now)
 Play a song for me AppleJack, AppleJack
 ♪
 Play a song, let your banjo ring
 Whoo-hoo