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Don't Ya Tell HenrySong ratingsNot rated yet. Lyrics
Don't ya tell Henry,
Apple's got your fly. I went down to the river on a Saturday morn, A-lookin' around just to see who's born. I found 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." I went down to the corner at a-half past ten, I's lookin' around, I wouldn't say when. I looked down low, I looked above, And who did I see but the one I love. She said, "Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Don't ya tell Henry, Apple's got your fly." Now, I went down to the beanery at half past twelve, A-lookin' around just to see myself. I spotted a horse and a donkey, too, 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." Now, I went down to the pumphouse the other night, A-lookin' around, it was outa sight. I looked high and low for that big ol' tree, I did go upstairs but I didn't see nobody but me. I 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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